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Monday I was expecting a package and actually home. The Postal Service didn't even try to deliver it and just put a "nobody available to sign" slip in my box.
If I still had Twitter, I'd have bitched about it. But I don't, so I didn't, and I picked my package up Tuesday morning no problem. I think it's healthier for me not having social media to post bad stuff on. It forces me to accept it and move on without dragging friends down and without then dealing with either being ignored or having to talk about it.
Swimming is good. I think I'm going to get a membership at the local YMCA to swim but also take some of their other classes. I'm not good at swimming but I'm already better than I was.
My exercise and diet balance is a bit of a mess lately, but I feel good and strong so I'm not stressing on it.
I walked/hiked about twelve miles today, and I could feel my glute working the whole time. It's still a bit of a conscious effort, but it's good. I'm optimistic I'll get past this hump. My longest run lately is six miles, but I'm going to try 7.5 this week.
So I've been swimming more. It's so weird because I have all these sore muscles and am trying to figure out how to breathe and keep my balance. It's all new. I think I like the challenge.
I shared a lane with a guy Monday night. He was really supportive and treated me like an equal. A novice but someone who belonged. That felt good. He asked if I was a runner, and without hesitation I answered yes. I realized later that self identifying as a runner isn't something I did naturally even six months ago. I think my injury and forced time off helped me see how important it is to me.
He said he wants to do the Ironman. I'll be happy with a sprint triathlon.
I swam last night and shared a lane. The other guy suggested keeping my head down. It felt weird but also felt like I had less resistance. I'll have to try the bouy, because I think I'm keeping my head and chest up.
When I get everything right, it feels really good. It might only be one or two strokes every other lap, but I can feel it.
I think the "she shouldn't have been dressed that way" effect comes into play, too. People want to justify that they and their families wouldn't be victims. They dismiss the victims because it helps them believe it wouldn't happen to them.
Just because you might miss it doesn't mean you can't still shoot for it. 750 meters without stopping would still be very impressive.
My goal for next year is to do a sprint triathlon. That would have a 400 meter swim.
I've gotten out a couple times and stop at each length of the pool. I'm getting better and need less rest, but it's still a struggle. On Saturday I felt a bit of what you said about feeling when the stroke is right. I could feel my arm catch the water. Not every stroke, but it was giving me feedback of what a good stroke feels like.
- My mother liked to relay her solution for when I was crying too much: child-proof the house, lock yourself in your room, and wait for the baby to fall asleep from exhaustion.
My mother's baby proofing solution was "I will teach my granddaughters not to do dangerous things." She actually said that. I assume she took the same approach with her children. This from the person who leaves a baby in a bathtub.
I remember dropping a key on a plug pulled part way out. It sparked and tripped the breaker. It was the vacuum my mom was using, and she'd always pull it too far and start to pull the plug out. Why I was playing with a key near an outlet I can't answer because I was five.