Hey, Mrs. Wilson!

Who knew?

I went swimming again this morning. I’ve gone every Tuesday and Thursday for the last couple weeks. How many weeks? I don’t know. Four or six or five? I lost count after two.

On Thursdays, the swim club takes up one of the three lanes. I don’t have a problem with this, but I also train myself not to look over at that lane because then I realize how truly slow I am.

I swim in the fast lane. Am I fast? Um, no. But I’m faster than the lady who doesn’t move. So apparently I’m “fast”.

Usually I swim two lengths, then take a break, then swim two lengths, then take a break. A short break, but still a break. The last couple times, I’ve tried to swim four lengths in a row. My body does not like me when I do that. When I get to the deep end on the third length, my body starts to shout at me, Hey! I’m going to drown you if you keep doing this to me!

I try not to listen. Eventually you start to ignore that burning sensation that tries to keep you from going an inch further. I keep trying to count how many lengths I do in one day, but I always lose count, or I forget I’m counting. I’m not saying I do a ton, I’m saying my brain is fried.

My older swimming friends usually take a dip in the hot tub after doing their lengths. I usually head straight to the showers. Today, when my body said One more length and you’ll end up 10 feet under! I waited until my heart rate slowed down, and I headed to the hot tub. Wow. That was quite soothing. I still could hardly move once I got home, but at least I could move.

I’m really enjoying this swimming thing. I dread getting out of bed in the morning, but once I get in the water, it’s totally worth it. I wish I could do it every morning.

I’m supposed to be going to the gym the other mornings (as there’s only early swimming twice a week), but it’s hard to motivate myself to hang out with a bunch of fit people while I’m still all flabby. I peeked in the gym while I was sitting in the hot tub this morning. There were a couple 40-ish guys who looked like they came every morning, and there were a couple young girls who also looked like they came every morning. It’s intimidating to go to work out when all you have is flab and all they have is muscle.

Are you missing seeing pictures yet? Well I’m missing taking them. 11 more sleeps.