Last week's attempt at a swim after consuming nothing but a travel mug of coffee and two shot bloks has done quite a number on me.
I have to swim today and I'm absolutely terrified of getting sick in the pool.
Last week, 98% of the problem was that I didn't fuel up properly. So now, I'm trying to eat and simply second-guessing all of my choices, even though these are tried and true pre-workout meals when I bike or run.
I hate chlorine and I hate getting sick in the pool. When will my sea ... or swim ... legs come?
I've eaten a scrambled egg and one-half of a plain bagel with peanut butter. I think I can eat a banana before I head to the Y.
That's good, right?
I'm using my Christmas gift -- this finger lap counter -- which helps me think less about counting my laps. Last week, before the nausea set in, I kind of forgot that I was swimming: if I could only do that for at least a solid 25 minutes.
I'd like to hit 28 laps, or 0.8 miles, today.