Beat..Beat..Beat..Beat..

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...it's the only sound I hear as I move through the water, my head completely submerged, cutting serenely like a needle through butter, my heartbeat climbing higher and higher. I force my body to rotate back and forth faster, which makes my arms stroke at a higher rate and press against the water harder. I feel a burn in my arms and shoulders as my breath quickens and I try to maintain my already high pace. In response to my coach yelling at the begining of the lap "Dave, swim faster...PUSH", I ignore the discomfort in my lungs, the oxygen quickly draining from my system. My mind starts telling me to back off, but I quell the thought viciously as I quickly survey my condition and determine that it is only discomfort I feel and not a flame out. I calm down and relax more, which lowers my heart rate and I stroke even faster, striving for the end of the lap...or in my mind's eye, the finish line....

Beat..beat..beat..beat...

Countdown to Ironman: 5.5 weeks....

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This page contains a single entry by DShen published on January 26, 2005 12:42 PM.

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