The Emperor has new clothes

I swim in a "swim dress" because I have very flabby thighs and I am vain.  So I decided that it was going to be Bakar today, and I grabbed a suit hanging up.  I didn't think much about it, but I did think it did look a little faded.

I put it on and thought to myself, boy this hangs low.  It came to mid thigh, but I didn't think anything about it.  I can swim in this puppy mid thigh or not.

So in the water I got.  Half way through my warm up it felt like maybe it was more then mid thigh, maybe it was more of a maxi dress then a mini dress.  But I decided to keep swimming because well it was drag.  Make a person strong.

But as I swam more, it seemed to get lighter rather then heavier.  Yikes, I thought to myself, my dress is coming off leaving only the suit (yes there is a suit under the dress) on.  I kept stopping to see if I still had the dress part on.  It seemed to be still hanging on, but maybe by just a thread.  But then I felt alot of cloth but not a lot of weight.  I was confused, but by now I decided maybe swimming today was not the what I really wanted to do.

I got out of the pool and the dress was still on, but yes it was hanging down almost to my ankles.  So I grabbed my towel and went to the shower room.  As I passed the mirror I saw that I had no back.  The dress had separated from the back so all the dress was in front - to my ankles.

Oh well.  That suit did its job up to the end.  But from here on out - I am going to be checking those dresses!!!

Swim/Bike/Walk

I am seeking the perfect balance - well sort of.  I struggle daily with food, and sometimes I just fail.  So to make the failures less I try and balance it with - exercise.  But I am not exercising to eat.  Not really.  I am exercising to be the best.  The best bike rider the best swimmer and the fastest walker.  In the world - well no.  But a girl can dream.

My motto has always been if you didn't win then you lost.  I mean winning is everything - everything.  Being the fastest swimmer in a small pond is much better then being the slowest swimmer in a large pond.  But sometimes you have to lose, sometimes you just have to migrate to those larger ponds.

LZ worked my little (or large) butt off today.  I know when I have workouts with her that it is going to hurt.  I dread Tuesdays and Thursdays mornings.  I can't seem to be able to keep up, be as fast as she wants.  She will say we will do these on the 2:30 and I will not get done until 2:32, and then I feel I failed her.  And sometimes I think I just won't try.  If I just don't try on the first one, then she won't know I not trying on all the others.  But it isn't in me to do that.  If she tells me to go 80% I try and go 80% even though I know that she is going to have me do the last one at 100%, and I won't be able to keep that pace up.  So when I do 80% and keep doing it, by the time she asks for 100% I can't do the 80% time.

But I keep trying, I keep getting in the pool and keep thinking  I am too exhausted and just want to stop.  But then I think I just have to do this for half an hour.  That is it.  Half an hour of pain.  Every Tuesday and Thursday.  Yet I wouldn't give up my Tuesday and Thursday for anything.