I don't know about you, but I can't hardly mutter the words "the sign" or "I saw a sign." without thinking of the old Ace of Base song, you know the one because you're already singing it in your head or even out loud right now. Today's workout was to be a 200 yard swim paired with at 20-30 minute bike. I decided to go into the Y for this one and that it'd be much easier. The night before, I was scouring Youtube to make sure I knew what the heck I was going to do in the pool the next day. I felt mentally confident, but was still unsure if I would make it.
My plan: swim the whole 200 yards taking breaks as needed on the walls, but NOT do kick drills in between. Not this time. I have to get used to it.
I got into my suits, yes I said suits as in plural because as a larger person, swimsuits are not cheap and wear out easier, so I double them up and hope that the parts of them that are worn on each suit don't match up if you know what I mean. No one has said anything about it to this day, so I go with it. Anyway, back to the story. I'm in my suits. I'm pumped. It's early morning. I'm happy. Rhys got into the daycare without a hitch again and so I was really happy.
I walked the short distance to the locker rooms for the pool area, sat my bag down, took my over clothes off and walked out into the pool. As I walked out, I was thrown off a bit, there was a single lane that was able to be used that was currently occupied by a snorkeler practicing his breathing. There was giant scaffolding next to the empty lane where workers were fixing lights and asking another swimmer to dive after something that had just dropped from their work area at the top of the ceiling. The other 2/3 of the pool was occupied by Silver Sneakers participants trying to get their workout in before the chaotic water aerobics classes started. I was taken back at first, but I walked in confidently and ready to go. That's when I saw it. IT. My sign. For those who don't know, I have link to certain music that even the mention of it puts me in an amazing mood. This was my sign that this would be a fabulous swim.
As you enter the pool area, to the left is a huge blackboard that always has something different drawn or written on it. Usually it's nonsense stuff, but today it made my day and swim. It was just what I needed to get me through the best swim I have ever had, no joke. My form was good, breathing was good, everything came together. Before I knew it, I was out of the pool and in the locker room trying to put dry underclothing on a wet/damp body. (that's a whole other story that I'd rather not divulge in)
I walked down the hall to the spinning studio, picked a bike that I thought would work and got myself set up. On a whim I brought my kindle thinking that possibly maybe I could get the city's wifi to work and I could actually have decent music since my little Nano was missing. I was in luck. Another win for me, the music worked and I was so motivated that I did 35 minutes on the bike! It was wonderful.
What today's workout taught me was that I have to stay positive. Things will work out better and I will actually survive the swim portion of the triathlon.
My plan: swim the whole 200 yards taking breaks as needed on the walls, but NOT do kick drills in between. Not this time. I have to get used to it.
I got into my suits, yes I said suits as in plural because as a larger person, swimsuits are not cheap and wear out easier, so I double them up and hope that the parts of them that are worn on each suit don't match up if you know what I mean. No one has said anything about it to this day, so I go with it. Anyway, back to the story. I'm in my suits. I'm pumped. It's early morning. I'm happy. Rhys got into the daycare without a hitch again and so I was really happy.
I walked the short distance to the locker rooms for the pool area, sat my bag down, took my over clothes off and walked out into the pool. As I walked out, I was thrown off a bit, there was a single lane that was able to be used that was currently occupied by a snorkeler practicing his breathing. There was giant scaffolding next to the empty lane where workers were fixing lights and asking another swimmer to dive after something that had just dropped from their work area at the top of the ceiling. The other 2/3 of the pool was occupied by Silver Sneakers participants trying to get their workout in before the chaotic water aerobics classes started. I was taken back at first, but I walked in confidently and ready to go. That's when I saw it. IT. My sign. For those who don't know, I have link to certain music that even the mention of it puts me in an amazing mood. This was my sign that this would be a fabulous swim.
I walked down the hall to the spinning studio, picked a bike that I thought would work and got myself set up. On a whim I brought my kindle thinking that possibly maybe I could get the city's wifi to work and I could actually have decent music since my little Nano was missing. I was in luck. Another win for me, the music worked and I was so motivated that I did 35 minutes on the bike! It was wonderful.
What today's workout taught me was that I have to stay positive. Things will work out better and I will actually survive the swim portion of the triathlon.
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