There is something great about the month of march. It’s the beginning of more spring like weather. There is the time change…more daylight to enjoy. There is the fresh nature smell of the trees and grass beginning to stretch and grow. The chirping of the birds and skittering of bunnies. I love March…I love spring, and it was exactly what I needed.
Something about the month of march flipped a switch in my system. I suddenlywantedto train and get better. It was no longer something that made me cringe and whine about. The cold winter months had me down. They had me wanting to have nothing to do with being outside or getting in the cold pool. I was discouraged because I kept skipping workouts..I was disappointed in myself for being lazy and finding excuses. However, something about the month of March made me long to train. I wanted to be outside enjoying the warmer spring like days, running, biking…or just being. It’s made me excited to be alive…spring+training=very lively, happy me.
Anyway the point of this post is this: I’m not stagnant. I’m not a one trick pony that gets better and good at things to a certain point and then stops. I am not hopeless, and neither are you. In October I couldn’t swim well. In November, December, January, and February I slogged through the water and wondered what I had gotten myself into. I wondered if it was a mistake to sign up for a triathlon…to think I could do it, accomplish it, be it. I got so discouraged…and I quit a lot of times. I cut my swims short and I took too many breaks and I just wasn’t trying enough. Each time I’d go into the water thinking I could do it, and each time I would come out defeated and sad…I made a mistake, I thought…I can never do this. I’m not a swimmer. I can’t do this.
And then one day…I did. I kept trying. I hated mostly every minute, every length, every lap I was in the pool, but I was signed up for this huge thing, and I don’t go down without a big old fight. There was no way I was giving this up just because there were some speed bumps.
I am proud to say that today…I got so much better. Last week I felt on top of the world and so proud when I did 15 laps with 3 breaks. Well, today…today I did 25 laps with onlyonebreak. I took one break after the 3rd lap to stretch my arms. Swimming is like running…the first few laps, minutes, miles, whatever, suck..but once you get into it, it becomes easier..more doable. I never thought the day would come where I could make it fairly effortlessly down and back without having to switch strokes and gasp for air. I couldn’t be more happy and excited. This is becoming more of a reality…a doable thing that I could actually get good at rather than a pipe dream that I mistakenly signed up for with a lack of information.
Today…today the swim didn’t conquer me…I conquered the water. And I liked it.