Last night we had tri swim clinic. I love ending my weekend this way. Some of my best tri buddies are in the class, and it's just a great way to unwind and get ready for the week ahead. I had to miss the last two because of family obligations one week, and a sick Bubba and a blizzard last week. I had decided that regardless of weather or children I was going to make it yesterday. And I did. One of the weeks I missed my Sunday class, a group of us went to swim one evening right before master's swim. Because we were in the lane next to them when they started, one of the women could see me swim under water. I've been critiqued from the deck of the pool, but never from in the water. This woman asked if she could give me advice. Advise away my dear! I will never turn down help from someone who is good enough to go to masters swim. She said I bend my knees when I kick. Creating drag. Apparently, you're supposed to kick ...
My journey, trying to be an Ironman, while dealing with anxiety, depression, body dysmorphia, self doubt, and life as a single mom with two grown sons, a crazy ass dog, and a handful of cats.