I hate swimming today. I hate everything about it. I hate the boredom of swimming lap after lap. I hate that people pass me like I am standing still, I hate being too cold, I just hate swimming.
I had a workout planned, and after only 45 minutes I cramped. I really cramped. Not the type of cramp that curls your toes and lets you know that you need to massage your muscles and possible be able to continue your workout for another half hour. No not that kind of cramp. I got the cramp that deforms you leg - your foot - you can't move it. And you know if you do just one little movement wrong you are going into that child birth pain. Screaming agony, leaving you writhing on the floor begging someone to come help you. That kind of cramp. I couldn't even finish the lap. I hobbled to my towel and down to the locker room. I had only gone 45 minutes - 2000 yards, but that was okay, I was hating swimming even before the cramp.
I usually don't find swimming that boring. I know swimming up and down can be a bit of a bore, but it is also a bit meditative. I don't really think about much of anything when I swim except counting laps. Sometimes I count backwards just to do something different. But I can't count laps and count strokes, so I just count laps. One - two - three that is all that is going through my mind. But then when people start passing me the meditative state goes away, and I am like - can I pick up the pace and keep pace with the person who just passed me. Ninetynine percent of the time the answer is no. No I can't keep pace with that college swimmer, no I can't keep pace with that 25 year old man. No I can't keep pace with that sixty year old woman. Then I just get depressed. I was depressed today.
Also, I am still full from yesterday's dinner, and I have eaten everything I am going to eat today, and it is only three pm. I have another seven hours of not eating before I can go to bed. Dang. Maybe I will do the elliptical. At least I can watch TV when I do that.
I hate swimming.
I had a workout planned, and after only 45 minutes I cramped. I really cramped. Not the type of cramp that curls your toes and lets you know that you need to massage your muscles and possible be able to continue your workout for another half hour. No not that kind of cramp. I got the cramp that deforms you leg - your foot - you can't move it. And you know if you do just one little movement wrong you are going into that child birth pain. Screaming agony, leaving you writhing on the floor begging someone to come help you. That kind of cramp. I couldn't even finish the lap. I hobbled to my towel and down to the locker room. I had only gone 45 minutes - 2000 yards, but that was okay, I was hating swimming even before the cramp.
I usually don't find swimming that boring. I know swimming up and down can be a bit of a bore, but it is also a bit meditative. I don't really think about much of anything when I swim except counting laps. Sometimes I count backwards just to do something different. But I can't count laps and count strokes, so I just count laps. One - two - three that is all that is going through my mind. But then when people start passing me the meditative state goes away, and I am like - can I pick up the pace and keep pace with the person who just passed me. Ninetynine percent of the time the answer is no. No I can't keep pace with that college swimmer, no I can't keep pace with that 25 year old man. No I can't keep pace with that sixty year old woman. Then I just get depressed. I was depressed today.
Also, I am still full from yesterday's dinner, and I have eaten everything I am going to eat today, and it is only three pm. I have another seven hours of not eating before I can go to bed. Dang. Maybe I will do the elliptical. At least I can watch TV when I do that.
I hate swimming.
Tanya, Tanya, Tanya - bananas are your FRIEND. Bananas have potassium & will help with your cramping - which, I know from first hand experience, is REALLY painful!
ReplyDeleteEat bananas!
Maybe a new waterproof walkman (the older one was a bust) or ????
I'm hoping T3's revision to eliminate the need to type in the "I'm not a robot NUMBER & LETTER" will work.
2,000 meters is still pretty darn good, but swim needed for tomorrow too to check out your arm.
Funny! (ok, maybe I'm sick.)
ReplyDeleteOh, and bananas are your friend!