Yeah, more complaining from me. What else is new?
Well, let me tell you. This item is perhaps the latest high-runner for consuming my time and energy. I'm interviewing with a BIG company for an AWESOME opportunity. I don't want to say a lot for fear of too much information seeping towards my current work environment, but I will say this:
- I've interviewed with them about 3yrs ago, and it's tough. They recommend at least 2wks of preparation and study.
- It would be a super awesome opportunity. Having this company on a resume would be a meal ticket for a long time.
- It would require us flying to California.
All this mental activity is leading to some surprising results:
- I'm damned tired physically. I'm absolutely shocked by this, and I need to overcome it as well.
- I'm realizing a LOT about just how much I need to change employers. In preparing for the upcoming interviews, I have noticed just how I'm not getting what I want from my current job.
- A lot of key people have "flown the coop" here, and I don't want to be the one left behind fighting to keep the lights on.
Last night I really just wanted to collapse and hang out, but the whole day was a long, hard trudge and by the time I was about to sit and relax, it was time to head to swimming anyways. So I went - figured it would be good for me to just chill in the pool and take it easy. Yeah, the coach had different plans. LOTS of IM stuff, and that was just cruel. I'm so-so at backstroke, reasonable at breast-stroke, and most comfortable with freestyle. But butterfly, pfft!
The 1000m warmup was fine (except for the 100m IM at the end), even with the wealth of kick (300m). But the main set killed me:
- 4 x 100m; each 100 as 25 kick, 25 drill, 25 swim, 25 drill - all strokes
- 16 x 50m; all strokes done as sets of 4 x 50m, getting faster each 50m.
I did have a few times where (with fins) I got the 'fly stroke down (until I wore out). And during those times I kept smacking my left hand into the lane divider on re-entry. When I reached the wall, I looked at my hand and thought "My knuckle isn't THERE, is it?" Thankfully it wasn't - it was "just" a welt the size of a grape from where I kept hitting the divider. It's gone today, but it still hurts like hell there.
And speaking of today, I threw myself out the door for a run on my lunch break. I've had my head down at the PC a lot lately in my office, and even though I'm getting buried under the load, I needed the break to focus on something different. It was only 5k-ish, but I belted out 9min worth of sub-5k race pace intervals to boost the quality of the run. All that kick in the pool last night made those intervals tough, but I held the intensity so that I was between wanting to quit and knowing I could do more. Not as much as it used to be, but it's certainly a step in the right direction.