Breaking Three

Yesterday was a momentous occassion in the Pol household. Three years ago, we were blessed with the birth of our son, and we celebrated his birthday with a trip to his favorite restaurant, Red Robin. He had an awesome time, and only opening gifts at home overshadowed dinner.

And apparently we could have gotten away with only one gift, the first one. After opening the tool box set his mom and grandparents took care of, he seemed to forget there were other gifts to open. Luckily, we pushed the issue, because his second gift was a pair of firefighter pajamas, complete with slippers that look like fire trucks. B-Boy went to sleep on the floor next to his bed, with the tool box and slippers prominently displayed on the bed.

This morning, three seemed like a good number, and a good training session was in order after a VERY long night. Monster Girl has taken a dislike to milk, and we spent until the early hours of the morning (1:30 a.m.) trying to get her to eat something that wasn't formula. Tired and moving slowly, I hit the pool with a goal in mind. Three thousand yards in honor of B-Boy's third birthday.

One hour and eleven minutes later, I had 3000 yards under my belt for the first time. It's a major accomplishment for me, and the final thousand yards were promising. Most of those final 100 yards splits were sub 2m20s. Considering that 2m30s was average a few short weeks ago, staying in the 2:20 range for the FINAL 1000 yards of a long swim is encouraging.

It seems there just might be a glimmer of hope for me finishing 2.4 miles in under two hours. And that, my friends, is a true confidence builder.