SWIM: 500y in 15 minutes.
I drove back to STL in the morning, and although fatigue was all over me I still didn't stop moving. Clean the house, strip paint, unpack all the gear, (anything to avoid going to work!), busy busy busy. So when 7pm rolled around and I left for the Y Master's swim class I really didn't think I was all that tired.
When in fact I was so tired I could barely swim at all. Only a few muscles rebelled, mostly in the legs during kicking, but my mind was shot. I just didn't care if I swam 25y or not. I realized this in just 2 laps but kept pushing on, thinking that once I warmed up I'd feel better.
Nope. No focus, no form, and no good reason to keep going. I got out early and walked away from it, feeling a bit like a failure. But did I feel that way for quitting early or being unable to recognize what I really needed to be doing?
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