Flashes of Panic

That’s what the head track coach at The College (now ex) used to say. It was his reflexive motivational phrase: “Get it done.” At the end of the season he’d post results from New Englands and Nationals with the scrawled notation, “Got it done.”

I was thinking about that this morning when I saw the reading period hours for the pool posted on the gym door. Next week will probably be my last in the pool, because I won’t be able to make their sparse open hours over the summer. I’ll have to find something else to supplement my running with while I try to not over-stress my hopefully healing foot. Eventually it will be warm enough to swim at Puffer’s Pond, but I haven’t been so bold yet. Hypothermia isn’t my thing.

One option is biking to work. It’s probably about six miles one-way, mostly through UMass. And the week after next is Bike Week. Great timing. Now get it done.

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