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Obligations!

I got a swim in tonight.  I kept putting off going to the Y.  Coming up with excuses not to go.  Almost accepted an invite to meet friends at a movie that I really want to see.  But, then I remembered that I have some accountability this season.  I need to show my good friends at Train-This that they didn't make a mistake with their generous gift.  Sitting home, watching crappy re-runs, and eating pumpkin pie are not going to make me a better triathlete.  My boys were at their fathers, so I really had no excuse not to go jump in the pool.  So, I packed my bag, and off I went. 

My biggest problem with swimming on my own is that I never can keep track of what I've done.  Was that 50, or 100?   So usually, I just pick a time limit and swim until the designated time.  Another problem I have is I think too much.  That might be why I lose track.  Tonight's train of thought was, how the heck am I going to do this with no guidance?  My first year I had a friend who coached me, and set plans for each week.  Last year I was working under Coach Kelly's guidance.  This year I'm on my own.  And I have lofty goals.  How do I know what to train for first?  How am I going to swim a mile, and come out fresh and ready to go another 69 miles?  Where do I start?   Oh my goodness what am I getting myself in to?

So, during all of that panicking, my hour in the pool went by very quickly.  I have no idea how many laps/yards/miles I did in the hour I was in the water.  I did try to focus on bilateral breathing and hip rotation during all of that obsessing over uncertainty.  And I did leave the pool feeling good.  Knowing that at the very least, on August 7th, I'm going to own that 600 meter swim, and do Mary proud!

Now I can enjoy my crappy reruns and pumpkin pie in peace.

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