10 lengths in the pool this morning. I got up at 5:40 and almost convinced myself not to go bc I needed to rest for my long run tomorrow. Then, that 1% kicked in and made myself go. That 1% is the strongest thing in my body. Stronger than any muscle and my stubbornness.
Something that I have noticed with swimming that is a lot like running. In the first few down and backs, my body freaks out like my lungs and legs do in the first mile of a run. It goes like this mentally:
Running: "Wait, why are we running? Who is chasing us, why are we doing this. Hey, this is your lungs, I need more O2. What the hell. Stop running.... burn burn burn for punishment. We wont make it 1 mile, we are dieing"
Swimming: "Holy cow we are drowning. Wait, why are we in a pool. Abort, swim back to the pool edge IMMEDIATELY. No, No, stop putting your head back in the water and DONT trust that little pocket of air on your right stroke. Panic, shallow breath. Trust no one. Monkeys smell bad. Im swimming in pee. Ahhhhhh"
Something like that. Then... I settle down and it is peaceful, in a work your @ss off kind of way.
Happy Friday.