Don't listen to your coach.

So I have been commanded to blog by my family members, so I guess I better start. I do have a few things to write about... the first few things will be short.

First off the movie THE HELP is a very fantastic movie that everyone and their dog should see; maybe even their cat. Seriously, that movie is hilarious... and good. The book is good too. It's especially good when the people who go with you fake you out for a month promising that the next week you'll see it. Just so you know, they finally tell the truth. It adds a sense of anticipation.

Second: I FOUND MY STICKY NOTES!!!

Third: I made a music video. It will never be posted. Ever.

Fourth: My coach. Is unbelievable. Let me tell you why.

So yesterday we had a fairly easy practice right? Just normal breath control, a few drills, and a few sprints. Not so much luck for my peers.
So I have a dear friend I've known since I started swimming... like.... seven years ago. She is on chemo. So we're doing this breath control set and I guess she panicked and inhaled a lung full of water. So basically, she is drowning. she gets back to the wall and starts coughing up water. She runs to the garbage and it's not pretty. My coach says: "just push through it, you'll be fine."
So she does. she pushes through the rest of the set in which the goal is to not breath... make sense yet? So after that set, she runs to the garbage again; once again it's not pretty. So then we start the 4 100's sprint. The garbage can got a visit three out of those four times. My coach says: 'Hang in there."
Then we have the 2 50's sprint. She  hung in there; until she started shaking and said that she needed to pay the garbage can another visit. The problem was that there was a  family with small children standing in front of it. So she payed the bathroom a visit.
Conclusion? don't listen to your coach. Go home. Get some sleep, and come back when you don't have to worry about who is standing in front of the garbage can.