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I often attempt sweeping changes, failing nearly every time. Like when I became a vegan. That lasted until I went to Sullivan’s and ordered a filet. Medium. With wasabi mashed potatoes. Another was daily morning meditation. My alarm is already set for 5:15 a.m. After two days I decided my quiet intention time could take place between snooze alarms. There went meditation.

So instead of making another broad January resolution, I decided to try smaller incremental changes. One change a week to shake me out of my comfort zone and maybe even improve some small facet of my routine-following life.

In this spirit, I swam with the Blazers Masters Team this morning. This may not sound like much, but the majority of these people are really fast. And instead of being a big fish in a small pond, I’m a minnow in the Atlantic. The workouts make me want to scurry back to my old pool where I can do a lazy set by myself.

On the coaching front, I worked my first meet last weekend. Being a lousy split taker, it was stressful. But talking to swimmers after their races was awesome and seeing their improvement even more so.

Last week’s training hours were lackluster. Swim (30 min.), bike (2:20), run (2 hrs.) and yoga (2 hrs.) Yikes. This week will be better, if for no other reason than girl scout cookies were delivered and I’ve already downed one sleeve of thin mints. Good thing I don’t track calories.

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