Enjoying
The only downside is that I’ve reached my 6-week mark, maybe a little longer, in my morning exercise program. I’ve noticed that in the past, I do really well, then start missing a day or two, then a week, then it’s over. This time, I am determined to change the pattern. Yes, there will be breaks when I’m out of town, and realistically, I am not going to lie on hotel floors and do sit-ups. I’m also not going to carry my little weights to exercise my arms. However, there is not a reason not to start back when I get home.
I’m up to 26 back-and-forths in the pool. I never know whether 1 way is a lap, or is it 2? In any case, I always loose what number I’m on. So at Denny’s suggestion, I’ve changed to counting each way as 1. Finally, I can keep count. The water has gotten chilled down to 75°. Cold for me, but certainly not as cold as lots of places. I’ve decided my reaction is a learned one. Now I’m standing on the second step and falling backwards into the pool, saying out loud, “I love this brisk water.” It seems to be working. Then I backstroke one way, face-out-of-water breaststroke return, backstroke again, and then flounder in a crawl.
Repeating this quartet, I am adding 2 b&f each time I swim, averaging 3 times a week. I haven’t decided how many I hope to be my set piece. My friend Marie does 100 each morning, in her lap pool. In any case, eventually my number will be determined. And I will exchange some of the breaststroke ones for crawl, with the hope of being a little more relaxed about having my face underwater. I may even think about getting some coaching. As usual, I’m getting ahead of myself.
To quote the handprinted sign I bought in Sydney, “You Never Regret A Swim.”
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