Tomorrow is definitely THE day…and this time I mean it.
My pool pass is paid up and ready to go… thank you AquadDoc. My suit is ready and oh-so flattering as always. My goggles, swim cap, Pool-Mate watch, towel, shower caddy, change of clothes, and gum (1 thing you should know about me is that I NEVER workout without gum…anywhere, anyplace, anytime) are all packed and in my bag and ready to be put to good use.
Tomorrow, for the 1st time since last April, here is where you can find me
Why so long you ask??
I wish I had a good answer, but I don’t. I simply hang my head in triathlete shame. tsk tsk…shame on me.
Excuses??? Now those I can give you…
Between you and me, I can’t say I’ve been in a huge rush to jump into that freakin’ cold water. I do not care what AquaDoc, the lifeguards, swim coaches, or anyone else says, 77 degrees is cold… C-O-L-D, no way around it…its wetsuit legal for God’s sake!!!
And those sport suits…really?? Man, they are more uncomfortable than they are hideous. I may just go old school and swim in a t-shirt…I’ll simply call it strength and conditioning day!
It’s also good to note that I swim on a limited attention span. See, I swam competitively growing up so I tend to be somewhat quick to lapse into Speedo burnout.
Don’t get me wrong, I still love the sport. I love everything about it. The smell of chlorine when I walk into the natatorium, the sight of the starting blocks and the time clocks against the wall. Even the bathrooms take me back to when I was a kid screwing around between events or after practice.
I had some great times swimming…..
Well, I’m not sure how great my times were, but I did have a lot fun and I have tons of great memories… most of those; however, do not involve the actual swimming of laps. Imagine that!
So, I’m not sure why I always have such a hard time dragging myself BACK to such a comfortable place. Maybe I’ll figure it out as I study that little black line tomorrow.