On Wednesday I rode the bike and that provided no satisfaction. I didn't even break a sweat. And it was a bit painful. Feeling thoroughly disgusted I had almost given up on going to the gym on Thursday but at the last minute (or last moment before turning around would have been much more of a pain) I convinced my self to go. I swam for about 20 minutes and thought I wasn't even going to make it that far. All I could think about was "no wonder Michael Phelps can eat so much, this is freakin hard." In the hopes of motivating myself I went and got a cute Nike swim suit, my other one was quite embarrassing . I took my usual rest day off on Friday. Saturday I lifted and then headed to the pool. I must have been really embarrassing because the lifeguard asked if he could make "constructive criticism." I got a bit of help with my freestyle swim and learned the breast stroke. I wont be forgetting my goggles or swimming cap again, its no fun without it. But it ...
Ramblings about my evolution as a person, athlete, injured athlete and back