Day 20: Restless heart
Killer Swimmer
Dragging my butt to the gym, to run and swim, instantly shifted my focus, and got me out of my funk. The track was crowded with people of all ages and some ran past me, stood on the track or stretched. My earphones and playlist helped me zone out and I was running with a bit of something to prove. It felt good to go the distance.
After rewarding my tired muscles in the hot tub, I put on my new prescription goggles and jumped into lane #1, the lane closest to coach Bill, who set out my course. At the end of each challenge, I thought he'd say that was good for tonight, but he kept piling on more. He pushed me and I was amazed that I could do it.
At one point, I got into a zone, that I hadn't been in since I was a child. My family (with my brother and sister) swam competitively while my mother coached our swim team. She was an avid swimmer, swimming laps without a rest, effortlessly, or so it seemed. My awkwardness in the water shifted back to the swift racer of my youth. I was on fire.
The coach noticed I liked to swim fast and noted that for the triathlon I need to slow my pace or I would tire too easily. By the end of the session, I swam about 400 yards more than I did the first night, and about 3/4 mile. Not too shabby.
I must remember to keep moving and keep going forward. It's worth it.