Free Printable Swim Training Dry Erase Workout Card

Wednesday, September 19, 2018

I'm very open about the fact that I'm a lousy swimmer. I figure it's nothing to be ashamed of. I never learned properly as a kid, I was never on a team.

But for reasons that still elude me, I really wanted to do triathlon. So I cobbled together knowledge from swimmer friends, fellow tri bloggers, my triathlete PT, and the little bit of coaching I've been able to afford along the way.

Moving up to 70.3 triathlon distance this past season was a huge motivator, in an abject fear of the swim cutoff kind of way.

I knew my regular routine of slogging through junk yards at the gym wasn't going to cut it. Especially after months of recovery from plastic surgeries, followed by my compressed spinal cord situation, kept me out of the water for over a year... and let's be real, I hadn't been in it all that much since my comically bad performance in the 2015 Chicago Tri that I won't even pretend was due to the 58 degree lake.

I had always assumed I'd go to the Master Swim class at my gym once I was ready to take the next step. But it's currently not happening due to lack of instructor, so I was on my own.

Started researching training plans. Understood I had to add things like drills and speedwork.

Quickly discovered that I can't keep track of it all in my head.

Then I remembered seeing swim sets being laid out for the Master Swim on the white board at the lap pool. Thought about using that, but since I'm not an experienced swimmer, I couldn't entirely figure out the cryptic notes.

I needed something simple. So, I made myself a card that incorporated options for all the various types of swim training plans and drills I've seen floating around tri geek world.

Then, I...

  • Laminated it to make it waterproof and dry erasable
  • Punched a hole in it
  • Used a binder ring to hang it from my swim bag
Before I head to the gym, all I have to do is fill out the card with the swim sets in the training plan.

The only catch so far is that if I shove it in my bag, the dry erase can rub off. But I'm too lazy to bring the hard copy of the workout and a dry erase marker to the gym, so I just try to be careful not to rub too much off.

It sits poolside, right next to my pull buoy and other related torture devices.

Sometimes I secretly use checking it as an excuse to take a few extra seconds of break between hard sets. It makes me look like some fancy athlete doing something all official when the truth is I'm just a terrible swimmer with no stamina in the water.

But it really has helped a ton. I waste a lot less time pausing between sets trying to remember what the hell I was supposed to do next, or counting on my fingers trying to sort out how many more laps are left of a given set.

It helped take my tri swim from abysmal to below average. That's a big win for me.

The guy crawling behind me was all of us
after that unbelievably hard swim.
Rescue pulled 210 athletes from the lake that day.
The swim coach I worked with this spring very much approved of it as a training tool. Between her fixing my stroke and general approval of the direction I was taking my training plan with help from this planning tool, I was able to take my swim from never gonna make 1.2 miles inside 1:10 to reliably doing it in roughly 48 mins in practice.

Of course, we all know you never know what race day will bring. In the case of Steelhead 70.3 2018, it brought huge waves and, because Lake Michigan is a fickle bitch, an are you freaking kidding me wetsuit optional water temp of 76.4. Hundreds of us opted in, because we like not drowning.

This picture is of me frantically checking my watch as I cross the timing mat to find out if I was disqualified after surviving the uphill swim through the washing machine stuck on the murder cycle.

I squeaked in with 2:34 to spare.

I couldn't have made it without the focused effort I made in the pool with an appropriate training plan, made easier with this swim training aid.

If you're like me, you're heading into winter thinking about lazy easy ways to work on your skills so you come out of the off season ready to train. This card is an easy tool to help with that.

You can make your own handy dandy swim training card with this free PDF download.

Laminator not included. Sorry, Google hasn't sorted out how to digitize that yet. But they assure me they'll get to work on it as soon as they nail down the self driving cars.

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Do I Have Issues? Nope. I Have A Subscription

Monday, June 11, 2018

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The impression most people have of anxiety disorder is discomfort at parties, or lying awake at night worrying.

The reality is that it's much more insidious and invasive. It makes things harder, more time consuming. It takes up space in every corner of your life.

Disorganization and clutter are a huge anxiety trigger for me. It also sends my OCD into overdrive. I spent a good bit of time and money last year purging and redecorating my office because of it.

I have a Pinterest board called Organization Porn.
It's full of fantasy scenarios like this.

My office had become a chaotic catch-all from a decade of prioritizing my special needs kiddos. It got to where I was having anxiety attacks just walking up to it. I would stand outside the door with my heart racing, trying to breathe, willing myself to approach my desk.

I had to start from scratch. But I'm still working on the purge because I cannot simply discard things I no longer need.  I will spend absurd amounts of time obsessively seeking a placement for any item, no matter how inconsequential, if it is still useful.

Emptying out the things I no longer need is easy because creating open space where once was clutter soothes my anxiety.

Finding homes for them takes time, but it's a necessity because if I don't the OCD would make me so anxious about I would regret it every day for the rest of my life.

Most of the piles in my office are things like boxes of family photos that go back generations because my relatives heard I was interested in geneology. Craft supplies for projects I've been planning for years, and have not yet given up on. Things that can't be discarded, and must be organized.

Those are easy. Organizing things is soothing. I get to buy a new storage unit? It's like Christmas!

But then there are the other things. Functional things.

Reference books I no longer need.

Craft supplies from projects I definitely gave up on.

And the one that haunts me worst of all...  a pile of unread Writer's Digest magazines dating back to 2008. (Spoiler Alert: I had my first special needs baby in late 2007.)

I kept insisting I would read them.

I would move individual issues to my nightstand... and then put it back on the pile after a month or two.

I'd think about recycling them.

I'd move the pile to an end table to force me to see them.

I'd think about recycling them.

I'd move the pile back to a corner of the bookcase.

I'd think about recycling them.

I've moved this stack of magazines around more times than I can count, insisting I would not fail in my sacred duty to read them.

I felt terrible guilt and anxiety.

I should read them. But they had become clutter.

I should eliminate clutter. But I should read them.

And around and around it went. For 10 years.

The voices that live in my head were pretty sure if I got rid of these dusty, decade old magazines, that...

  • I would be forever be branded as a failure at my profession
  • Everyone would hate me
  • The world would end

Not necessarily in that order.

My shiny new office is once again a cluttered catch-all, because family and kids and life. But it is much better. I eliminated a lot and organized more. But it's already triggering anxiety, and the magazines are one of the reasons why.

They became a tangible symbol of my mental illness.

I decided it was time to confront them.

Then... I waited almost 6 months. Because I needed to consult my therapist. Except I knew what she would say, and I had to give myself one last chance.

We all know I didn't read them.

I bit the bullet. Today was the day. I confronted the anxiety and I did the thing any reasonable person would have done 10 years ago.

Tomorrow is garbage day. The bin went out for the night as soon as I put them in. That guaranteed I can't let the guilt win and try to rescue them.

So... if the world ends tomorrow... sorry y'all. My bad.

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