Today was my worst swim yet.
2,000 yards that would tell any onlooker that I’ve never swam a day in my life. It was pitiful.
This weekend, I think I slept wrong and I’ve been having some neck/shoulder pain which continued into this morning. I thought the warm-up would work the kinks out (I know, very scientific), but nothing improved as I continued.
Beyond the shoulder pain and feeling like my left arm literally just flopped into the water, it was as if my body just didn’t show up. I get it, body, you want to go on vacation. Me and you both. But I can’t have you crapping out whenever you feel like it. That’s not how this whole Ironman thing is going to work.
It’s funny, if your legs refuse to work while running, you just stop. If you stop while swimming, you drown. So there’s always that motivation…
I don’t know what it is. I try to be pretty positive and optimistic on my blog, but the truth of the matter is that some days and some workouts just downright suck. I wanted to throw my hands up after the warm-up. I was that close to giving up on today and it was only 6 a.m. But instead, I flapped and floundered my way through the workout, taking more rest time than I should have and finished the workout, albeit I was, and still am feeling, downright defeated.
I know, I know, it’s one workout. Boo-hoo. Cry me a frickin’ river. I have another workout schedule for tonight where I plan on changing things around with my original love: running.
Some days are good. Some days are bad. That’s life.
Then we move on.
Plus, how can I complain when I have this.