oh Lordy...

i didn't think it would ever happen, but it did. its been something i've been avoiding since late October. just the thought of the act makes me feel irritated and antsy. the earliness. the darkness. the coldness. none of it is appealing, not in the least. plus i pretty much suck at it. but lo and behold, my schedule said i had to do it today. i went to bed last night thinking "not a chance in hell" but i set my alarm anyhow. i woke up today with the alarm at 445 and thought "not a chance in hell" and what do you know? 45 min later i find myself SWIMMING! holy Lord - i think my body might be starting to remember how it took over last season even against my most diligent protests. the outcome was anything but pretty. i felt like i was carrying a dead body behind me. the poor guy i had to share my lane with finally gave into the idea of splitting the lane instead of circle swimming (like i had suggested in the first place) after he lapped me for the third time in like 2 minutes - who knew the CP would be so hoppin' on a Wednesday morning at 530AM? by the time i got done with my first time trial of the season, i was so hungry i could have eaten my arm off, but that would not have lent me well for the drive home so i opted to wait and have been sort of suffering because of it all day. i have to start eating more again or i'll never make it through the week, much less the season! my arms have yet to recover and i'm pretty darn sleepy. first swim workout was NOT fun. not. one. iota.