Tonight was swimming night and it was a tough one. I'm so happy tomorrow is Friday cuz it's a rest day for me and man-o-man could I use a rest day. I had to change into my suit at work just to insure that I would go to the gym. Okay, check. Then, there was the ride home. I did my best to talk myself out of going to the gym. I pleaded, begged, cried some crocodile tears but in the end, I stuck to my goal and forced the car into the gym parking lot, got out kicking and silently screaming, and got my butt into that pool.
Those first few laps were okay but I could feel how tired and sore my body was tonight. Every lap seemed like effort. I trudged through my workout for 30 minutes and then stopped, took off the goggles and started to stretch. As I'm stretching, I'm egging myself on: "are you really done already? Pansy." That was it. The goggles went back on and I did another ten lap freestyle sprint. The arms were burning, the legs were screaming and the heart rate was up. My inner guru says to me, "Okay, you are free to go. Stretch and have a nice day. I hear The Office is new. Enjoy." So I listened to my guru, stretched, hopped out and relaxed in the dry sauna for about 10 minutes before heading home. I'm happy I swam but am much happier for my rest day.
Time for a bubble bath and a good book. Geez, do I ever get tired of being submerged in water?