So as I write this, reflecting on the fact that 24 hours ago I was having a total meltdown about everything, I am drinking a beer (gluten free, of course and don't judge... I'm off tonight!) and feeling pretty good about life. What changed, you ask?
I got a win. It was a small thing that just made me see that the sky was not falling. SOMETHING went right. This morning after work, I went to the pool and did that swim workout that I couldn't do the day before. I did it. It was not 100% pain free but as close as I get with my shoulder. It was a good swim, with some fast work in it, for a total of 2650 scy. It felt really good and then I did the run that was actually on the schedule for the day and that also went well. It did not take anything else.
Ok, maybe running into my first coach, RW, and his wife and having them not recognize me because I was "SO SKINNY" (their words not mine) didn't hurt but really, it was the swim itself. I had done it, my fitness handled it just fine. My stroke has gotten progressively weaker but that is not surprising considering I have not had any consistent swim blocks since last June. My set included a two sets of 3 x 100's descending and I started on 1:35 and went from there. Not blazing but not horrible for a fish with a crippled fin. But mostly, it was getting it done... no complications, no adjustments, no drama. Just done. It made all the difference.
Since I meant to make a fuss about my 200th post, but forgot in all my angst... I'm giving you a laugh for my 201st. I saw this today and got a most excellent belly laugh out of it. Enjoy!
Happy Double Century Post!!