Today I jumped on the spinning bike at the gym and cranked
through an hour workout, full-on dripping to the beat of Green Day’s best anarchy-filled
tunes. Felt awesome. I stretched and headed right to the pool,
jumped into the 81 degree water and swam 42 lengths, the approximate distance
of .61 miles. It took me 28
minutes. In an outdoor swim situation,
which is what this tri entails, I’m not sure how much longer it will take. I tried to imagine the feeling of swimming
that long with no flip-turn after 25 yards, and it honestly seems like I will
be swimming forever. Even in the pool, I started getting antsy
after 10 lengths, thinking “I can’t do this; what was I thinking just because I
could swim a mile in college, etc.” I
kinda had a mini-panic attack going on in my head but my body just kept going,
and at length 27 it clicked: I can do
this.
After all that physical exercise, I didn’t feel exhausted
like I thought I would, so I ran a bunch of errands. Turns out a trip to Target is more exhausting
than 2 hours at the gym. Like I didn’t
know that already.
That night, I slept the whole night through without waking
up once: a first in maybe 6 months.
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