Flashes of Panic

My brother is a freak. No, no, he's just a whacko, since his daughters appear not to have inherited any freakish traits (aside from the normal toddler stuff.)

I was home over the weekend and he gave me a two page "Taper 101" article, covering the last three weeks leading up to New Englands. First of all, taper? I just got started building my base up. It includes things like "broken swims" (aren't all my swims broken?) and fin swims, which, since I haven't been out with fins yet, seem like they would probably mess me up pretty badly. ("Broken swims," it turns out, are races split into atoms, with rest inserted in the joints. So a 100 might be 4×25y with 5 seconds of rest between each one.)

Point seven is, "Get lots of sleep." By the time I reached point seven I was so numb I forgot to laugh out loud.

I will have to read this again, later, when I am trying to figure out what to do for a workout. And another time before I write up his training plan for the marathon he has proposed for the fall.