Domyos 500

“Depends. Erg 2k, head to head or six lane sprint? ERG: "Dammit I hate these. Even with a taper week I never want this. Fucking machine. Fucking CRASH-Bs. I didn't get enough sleep last night and it's damn cold in here. Hope I don't see that oatmeal I had two hours ago. Let's get the warmup started. Huh. Feel pretty good. Heart rate in the zone. Let's take some 10s at goal pace. Yep. Good. Keep it steady, every stroke. Feeling good. Ok. Few sips of water, bit of stretching, let's get this started. C'mon, let's go. Where the hell is Shane, why is the whole damn team waiting for him to get back from the shitter? Dammit, getting cold. What the hell is that smell? I don't think Quentin has washed his gear in a week..... "Ok....set....GO.....Power...Power...damn I feel good.....settle in.....shift...find that split. Every stroke. Nice, right there. Good, every stroke, pace is good, that start has the average well under....just let the rope out a bit, on pace, feel good....breathe....stay tall and level....legs still good, on pace.....ok 1600 to go....first little bit of discomfort....stay on pace, here's the key thousand....breathe dammit...on pace....fuck this is feeling long....on pace, stay there....ouch...fuck still 1400 to go....first stroke above pace, knock that back down....good....still ok....damn this is long...1300?! Shit stop looking at the distance and just stare down that pace...every stroke....stay level, sit up....get to that halfway point on target...swallow some spit....get the breathing back...1150....damn c'mon....fuck I **don't think I can do this.** What the hell? Not even half way yet and I'm hurting....stay on pace... Knock that split back down, every stroke on pace...control the breathing....fuck not halfway YET...five more strokes to the 1k....just stay here, still good but **DAMN THIS HURTS.** "Ok, second half, just stay here for as long as you can. Don't let the split jump around too much...stay hands level...get to that 750 and we'll go up a bit in rate...940? COME ON this is hell. I'm in hell. Take a 10. Count these down and get to that 750. STOP LOOKING AT THE DISTANCE. My fucking elbow hurts. Dammit concentrate. Mouth dry. What stroke was that? 860 to go. Fuck that 10 didn't go 100 meters. Who the hell is shouting? What did he say? Shut the hell up I'm in agony here. 800. Get ready. First little step. Just one bump up in rate...do it with power...sit up and UP. "Ok. At 29. Jesus I can't. Split is one under pace....can't hold it. Impossible. Still there, fucking control the split. 4 tenths under average goal. Four seats up. THIS IS HELL. Still under pace. Hold on. My legs are on fire. 670 to go. Get to the 500. Sit up. Split jumping around, still under pace though.. HOLD ON....630 to go...this is impossible....I just can't...Coxswain said something.....what did he say??? Hold on....580....8 strokes to the 500 and there's no way I'm sprinting. Fucking C”