Taking a swim class this summer. With an instructor who has developed subtle and extremely effective forms of torture. It's especially effective because she LOOKS like Polyanna, but everything that comes out of her mouth is Cruella DeVille! It's week one and we are pounding out 2000+ yardage
(not including warm-ups or cool-downs
) and she keeps mentioning that she's bringing us in easy. Easy!! I feel like my arms are locked in clamps, and someone keeps turning the screw! And after we are 'up to speed', I may never post again. This could very well be my last post!!
But...
the truth is, it's bringing out the best in me. She does these excrutiating sets and tells us that our times should diminish--each set shaving off a few seconds. And she's got eyes like a hawk!! None of that starting reeeaaaalll slow so that your last set is your normal speed. Nope. It's killing me, but I am loving it. So I push myself, and find--miracle upon miracle--that if I give it every bit of gas I've got, I can manage to shave off a coupla seconds! And then just when I think I can't do anymore, I still can!!
EXCEPT that I have to get up at 4:45 am EVERY DAY!! Yes, every day. And I feel like a pack horse. I have to pack my swim bag, my running bag
(for after work
), my regular bag, my work clothes, breakfast and lunch. Maybe I should get a nice shopping cart to push in front of me.
Did I mention that I'm not a morning person?? I'm not. In fact, after 34 years of living, I'm not sure WHAT I am. Exhausted in the evening, dragging all day at work. I think I'm a 5:30 pm to 8:30 pm person. Ok, maybe 9:30. But then my a#$ is sort of dragging til bedtime.
Wow, I send pathetic and whiny. Gee. Hope no one reads this post.
(What a liar!
)
Dana