Wake Me Up When It's Warm.

I've been feeling uninspired lately. I think it's the cold weather. I don't do well in the cold; I just want to hibernate. Speedy thinks my hibernation instinct is the reason I like to carry large handbags, that way in case I run out of food I have enough room in my bag and can just dig in for a Clif Bar or apple or meatball sandwich.

In about a month, Speedy and I are traveling to Texas for my spring break. With the current 10-day forecast listing nothing above 35 degrees, I can't wait to go somewhere warmer for a little while.

My coach has raised my swim volume in the past few days. It went from 1200-yard main sets to a 2200-yard main set. I actually called him to make sure it wasn't a typo, but no, it wasn't. And I used my new alphabet counting method to count the laps, and it worked great once I figured out how to count. So my coach wanted to know how it went, and I told him I thought it went well. I was tired by the end, but overall, for doing the longest main set I've ever done, I felt great and I told him that. To which he responded, "Good. So we'll keep your long swim at 2500-3000 yards for now, until we start to build the volume in a few weeks." I think I'm in trouble . . .