I had a very weird day. Actually, the weird day is still going.
For starters, I went to lunch across town. Turns out, Coach Monster was in the restaurant. That was cool. Not entirely coincidental since I know he goes there sometimes and I do too…and I crave the coconut soup. I walked in. I saw him. I waved at him. He kind of half-waved, and that was it. I had a lunch meeting, so I didn’t have time to say hi. He walked out without speaking to me. So, naturally, I spent the rest of the day worrying that he was mad at me. The half-wave was weird.
So I emailed him when I got back to work. Turns out he didn’t recognize me.
Which makes me start a weirder dialogue with myself: did he not regonize me because he never sees me without a visor and a chamois? is it because my hair is darker? or is it because I am so much fatter than two weeks ago????
I need help.
Yesterday, I had a good mental breakthrough.
But now, I am sitting at my computer in my office, coming up with 70.3 reasons why I don’t want to go swim. And 70.3 reasons that I just want to crawl into a hole.
I can’t handle all my real life dilemmas. I’m not capable of deciding which shoes to wear, let alone real life decisions. I’m tired of making big girl choices. Wwwwwaaaaah.
So I’m just going to make the swim decision easy for myself: I am going to swim as soon as I finish the latest legal misery in front of me.
And while I swim, I’m going to come up with 70.3 reasons why I am going to do this darn race in ninety-something days. And why I’m going to do the race to the best of my ability.
If at every flip turn I will come up with a reason to do the race, then, 70 lengths later, I will have finished a mile swim, and hopefully, be slapped with an inspired outlook.
(PS – In the time since I started this post, Coach M called me and said that I better get my ass to the pool. That’s good enough motivation for me. Off I go….)