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the power of peer pressure compels you

I made it to another swim session this week. Wahoooo! I didn't make the run practice yesterday due to the crappy weather. The power of the group practice made me show. Doubters beware, it works. If you need this type of encouragement, try Team in Training. If you feel tired and sore and don't want to practice, wait until you get the emails with stories from cancer survivors talking about how your fund raising efforts have helped them with things such as getting treatments all the way to participating in the events. There's nothing that screams "Sunny, you're a " like that. It's like the time I was whining at the Bataan Memorial Death March as I came to a water station. Yeah, imagine me as I thought of my miserable self complaining about a one day event in front of an actual survivor. Right?! My few hours of pain vs his days on end of pain and torture. 

Not only did I make it to practice, I got more confidence with this swimming shizz. Ten minutes may not seem like a lot to most, but I was for me. I did ok, I managed not to drown, I kept up with the freestyle, and I didn't ruin myself for the rest of the workout. We followed that up with some drafting practice. It isnt' that I did well here, it is that the pressure of having people follow me made me go faster than I thought I could. I'm a speed person - nice sprints. This was my time to sprint and I enjoyed it. Oddly enough, I think my form was better going faster than going slower. Maybe I need to get faster for the longer swims...when I get the stamina first :)
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