All day today, every time I thought about what I had planned this afternoon I broke into a sweat. "Hmm, that didn't compile... OMG I have to f'n swim in public this afternoon!!!" It wasn't the physical activity that worried me but the drills. I even thought I was going to knock out the 500m my training plan had scheduled for me. My wife tried to very gently tone down my expectations and it's a good thing she did. I only made it 200m.
But the distance really means nothing. I'm the king of finding excuses for not doing things that scare me. For most of my life, having my plans messed up by the lap lane not being open would have been enough for me to roll up my towel and head home for a beer. Tonight, I sucked it up, hopped in the pool as soon as the lane was open and started.
My form was terrible. I was trying to remember 40 things at once and only got one of them right at any one time, if that. But at the end of every lap, I turned around and started another one (well, almost every lap). I even had an Ironman jump in the pool and start zipping around me and I kept going.
Those of you who haven't known me forever have no idea how huge this is. I can't wait to get back in over the weekend and see if I can throw on another 25m. I feel like I've been shot out of a gun. This week I've done all three disciplines of the Tri and I feel fantastic. And this is only the beginning!