This morning I finally gave in to visiting an urgent care center for my flayed fingers. Shannan, my trainer, and some of the other trainers at my office complex gym, took a look at my exposed fingers following a strength training session and grimaced. I'll admit, I kinda dug the attention as it reminded me of being a kid when you'd show off cuts and bruises to the girls and make them recoil. Boys will be boys.
At the doctor's, the physician indicated that my fingers were going to be fine (as I expected all along). Fortunately though I have an updated tetnis shot and am currently on antibiotics from my upper respiratory/sinus infection. Thus, infection was ruled out for the most part. The issue now is keeping my fingers dry for the next couple days so they can air out properly. Sadly, that means no swimming until at least Sunday, which also means that I've got 1.5 days of rest since tomorrow is an off-day. Normally I wouldn't complain, but after interviewing Chris McCormack ("Macca") last night and after seemingly finding a better bike pace, I'm fired up to train!
Why is it that when we want a break there isn't one in sight, and when we don't need one we get more than necessary?
So tonight, instead of swimming, I'm going to train in a different way: Atop the deck at VNSO pool. I'm going to shadow Gerardo and see what he's seeing. Maybe I can even help out a bit. I think that maybe I can learn to become a better swimmer tonight by watching, not doing. Then, on Sunday, I can mimic what I see in the water.
I'll let you know how it goes then.
45 days and counting.