To admit that I've, er, slacked on my training the last few months is difficult. Between adjusting to a new work schedule and dealing with the offseason blues, I've let myself go.
It had been a couple months since I'd gone swimming...and a couple months before that...and, yet again, a couple months before that.
About 75 yards into my swim this morning, it hit me like a ton of bricks how having not swum these last few months had begun to really take a toll on me.
I thought, "Well, I was shooting for a thousand yards, but I'll be lucky to pull out 200!" It was around 200, actually, where I began to feel better. My energy was up and I was able to get to 700. I could have gone further, but I realized that starting so hard out of the gate would not be a good idea so I cut myself off.
I'm disappointed that my training had subsided, but the lemonade out of lemons story is that seeing myself struggle so hard with something that used to come with such ease, forced me to realize just how in shape I was and how far I have come.
So, here's to being thankful for a bad period in my training, because it will, I'm sure, renew my current and future training for the rest of the season.