Three-day weekends rock!!
This weekend made me wish I always had three-day weekends. I feel like I was able to pull my whole life together because I had one extra day to use however I wanted.
A bunch of my friends headed down to Moab this weekend, and I started out Friday a little bummed that I wasn't going to be joining them.
But, as I got into the pool Sunday morning at 24Hour Fitness, all that melted away. My goal was simple: swim a mile. I didn't care how long it took, I just wanted to do it. I thought I remembered that 72 lengths equaled a mile (it's actually 65 at that pool, but I didn't know that at the time), so I got in and went, not caring about my time.
I didn't stop once, and kept moving until I touched the wall at number 72, and looked at the clock. It took me 1 hour and 35 minutes.
I wondered if people who saw me through the big glass wall that lines one side of the pool thought I was swimming in Jell-O instead of water.
But I got out feeling great, and the swim killed my appetite for the day, which was great.
On Monday morning, I woke up and went back. I again swam 72 lengths, and finished in 1 hour and 25 minutes. I had incorporated the front crawl this time, something I didn't do the day before.
When I was a kid, I was terrified of the water. Well, not the water. A grate at the bottom of the pool under which, I was convinced, a monster lived. The pool at 24Hour Fitness does not have a grate, which is helpful. But my first few lengths, I was worried about timing my breathing and not making it the full 25 meters. But I did make it, and after that, I was able to blank out just as I do when doing backstroke or my modified breast stroke.
Again, my appetite was down all day, which was much needed after a week of trying out some delicious meals that were great deals at both Red Rock Brewing Company and Caffe Molise. I ate at both on my diet-days off over the past two weeks, but they were richer meals than I usually get, so I'm sure that will take some toll no matter how much I did my best to work around them.
This morning, I went on a quick walk around Liberty Park with my housemate, The Rox, and we're going again tomorrow for more laps and some jogging.
And all of this brings me to my scale, which couldn't make up its mind this morning. It kept bouncing all over the place, and I couldn't get it to settle down enough to give me the same reading three times. So, I'll get on again tomorrow, and let you know how it goes.
I'm hoping that all this moving, and not much eating, will pay off!
Onward and Downward!
A bunch of my friends headed down to Moab this weekend, and I started out Friday a little bummed that I wasn't going to be joining them.
But, as I got into the pool Sunday morning at 24Hour Fitness, all that melted away. My goal was simple: swim a mile. I didn't care how long it took, I just wanted to do it. I thought I remembered that 72 lengths equaled a mile (it's actually 65 at that pool, but I didn't know that at the time), so I got in and went, not caring about my time.
I didn't stop once, and kept moving until I touched the wall at number 72, and looked at the clock. It took me 1 hour and 35 minutes.
I wondered if people who saw me through the big glass wall that lines one side of the pool thought I was swimming in Jell-O instead of water.
But I got out feeling great, and the swim killed my appetite for the day, which was great.
On Monday morning, I woke up and went back. I again swam 72 lengths, and finished in 1 hour and 25 minutes. I had incorporated the front crawl this time, something I didn't do the day before.
When I was a kid, I was terrified of the water. Well, not the water. A grate at the bottom of the pool under which, I was convinced, a monster lived. The pool at 24Hour Fitness does not have a grate, which is helpful. But my first few lengths, I was worried about timing my breathing and not making it the full 25 meters. But I did make it, and after that, I was able to blank out just as I do when doing backstroke or my modified breast stroke.
Again, my appetite was down all day, which was much needed after a week of trying out some delicious meals that were great deals at both Red Rock Brewing Company and Caffe Molise. I ate at both on my diet-days off over the past two weeks, but they were richer meals than I usually get, so I'm sure that will take some toll no matter how much I did my best to work around them.
This morning, I went on a quick walk around Liberty Park with my housemate, The Rox, and we're going again tomorrow for more laps and some jogging.
And all of this brings me to my scale, which couldn't make up its mind this morning. It kept bouncing all over the place, and I couldn't get it to settle down enough to give me the same reading three times. So, I'll get on again tomorrow, and let you know how it goes.
I'm hoping that all this moving, and not much eating, will pay off!
Onward and Downward!
12:15 PM
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2 Comments:
that sounds like a long swim--but great that you exceeded the mile. Linette
you should get a new scale to motivate yourself! it sounds like the one you have now is giving you lots of trouble.
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