My body used to be really good to me. After not working out regularly for a really long time, I jumped into this swimming business with zest. My body was sore -- muscle aches, sore limbs, and that general "what the hell are you doing to me WOMAN" type of reaction. But it didn't last too long and for that I am eternally grateful.
But my body, it remembers. And so when I go about swimming four times a week for several months on end and then just up and stop because I'm adjusting to a new work schedule, my body, it gets mad. And even. Like "go ahead, try on those nice new jeans that fit you so nicely when you were training, go on sister!" Only they just don't fit as well as they did when I worked my body over in the water.
Yes, I missed swimming for four entire weeks. I missed lessons. I missed my late afternoon laps. And last week when I was preparing to return to my lessons, I almost canceled. But I went to find not only that I had a brand new instructor (sad), but someone else taking lessons with me. She is in her late 40s and is starting from scratch, like I did several months back. Talk about inspiration and good timing. I needed to see her there to remind me how far I'd gone in my swimming and to remind her about how quickly she will learn. And once I started splashing around, I realized how much I missed that feeling in the water. The slow pace and rhythm. And that clarity of mind that you get after focusing on nothing.
But back to the body and the jeans. What. the. eff?
I'm trying something new. And I'm sharing it with you because once I "say" it, I know that I'll have someone else to help keep me honest.
Beginning this week, I will be waking up at the butt-crack of dawn to swim my laps before the kids are up. I will do this three times a week. Do you hear that body? You're going to get WORKED OVER.
Bloggy and real friends, pester me. Ask me. Remind me. I will thank you for it.
