One of the Laws of Thermodynamics
by, February 16th, 2009 at 11:22 PM (2111 Views)
I am not sure which one it is, but one of the Laws of Thermodynamics, if memory serves me even a little bit, says that energy runs downhill. Entropy is gaining on us all, relentlessly.
Perhaps in the grander scheme, this could explain the past several months of swimming practice.
I am wondering if anybody out there in vlog land might have less grand and more Jim-specific explanations for what is happening to me.
I don't mean for this to sound woe-is-me-ish here, though I suppose that after playing the same instrument for so many years, it's not unreasonable to think that my words might seem to echo with at least a little bit of that atonal whiny soundtrack that has so frequently accompanied Jim utterances in the past.
Still, I am hoping we can dissect me, and by extension, Everyman, to find out what is happening, if it is inevitable, or reversible, or slowable, or only likely to accelerate.
Basically, the gist of my lament: my AT times are becoming noticeably worse.
A few snapshots from my swimming practice log:
Jan, 2003: 3 x 1500 on 20 min. in practice: times 19:20; 18:40; 18:28
Jan, 2004: 4996 yards in 1 hour postal meet
June, 2004: 46 x 100 on 1:20
Sept, 2006: 4 x 100 sandwiched in between a bunch of 50s and 25s, the times for the 100s 57, 58, 57, 58.2
Oct. 2006: 4 x 200 sandwiched in beween sets of 8 x 50 on :50, the times for the 200s 2:08, 2:08, 2:07, 2:07
Jan. 2007: 2:08 for 200, 4:35 for 400; 7:08 for 600; 9:52 for 800
Nov. 2007: 2:17, 2:16, 2:16, 2:11 for 4 x 200 separated by 300s
Jan, 2008: 4825 hour swim
Jan, 2009: 4700 hour swim
Tonight's practice: 10 x 100 on 1:25; 8 x :50 on :40; 10 x 100 on 1:20, then I gave up and went to B lane like an abused dog, unable to complete the rest of A's practice (4 x 200 on 2:40; 4 x 100 on 1:15; 4 x 50 on :35.)
I am just wearied out these days. It hasn't yet ruined my shorter swims, but I don't know. Swimming coach Bill thinks it's psychological, that I need some kind of placebo to get me thinking positively and trying harder again in practice. But I still find myself coming to the brink of vomiting--surely this must be some sort of index of effort, right?
I do not want to think that I am slowing down.
I do not want to think that I am nearing the Great Resting Reward.
I do not want to think that the IRS will be able to feast on my remains without me so much able to raise a finger, a middle finger, to wag in their direction and say, No, Jimby prefers not to!
"Not to what?" asks the IRS lady, her breathe reminiscent of Jimby's other female nemesis, that damnable nurse Ratchett.
"I prefer not to! Not to anything you want! I prefer not to!"
Wagging that finger savagely now.
In any event, I do not want to think any of this figures in a slippage in my AT time.
I am hoping my vlogging viewers might be able to come up with alternative scenarios to propose, to cast me a placebo, if you will, to rally me back!