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 was a huge improvement. And I made it about 30 minutes. My leg was pretty tired and sore last night, but nothing that a large glass of wine couldn't take care of. I made it to the pool again today, for 30 minutes. Overall it was easier than yesterday. The nice thing about swimming is I can sleep in, the pool is the same temperature all day long. I'm really struggling to stay motivated and stick with it. I am trying to think of it as early triathlon training.
So I have thought about this for a while. Do I actually write this post? Do I put my dirty laundry out there for everyone? Or the handful that read my blog. And if I do, what do I say? Do I slam those involved? Do I take the high road? When is a “good” time to put it out there? A few days under my belt and there is probably no better time. So no secret, my ex-boyfriend was my coach. That worked out mildly well while we were together but add a breakup and somehow it just doesn’t work out as smoothly. Add a few of the worst things a person could do to another in there and disaster doesn’t even begin to describe. But I have this eternal belief that I can make any situation work. That I can fix things. It’s what makes me good at my job. I’m an eternal optimist. But it’s what causes me to not be so good at my personal life. Even when things are clearly not good, I still think I can fix it and make it right...
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