The Expert left with the kids to go to the gym this morning. As he shut the door behind them, I lost it. A few minutes later, I scrambled around and picked up the phone and called him, hoping to catch him before he made it far down the road. I was screaming, “Wait! Wait for me! Wait! I’m coming!!” I threw together my swimsuit, goggles, and swim cap, and a change of clothes and hobbled out to the car.
I have been trying to stay off the foot this weekend, but I was starting to go a little mad. I limped into the gym with them. I de-booted by the pool.
I made friends with my pull buoy.
And I swam 1.2 miles. All with the pull float.
I limped out of the water and took way too much care in the locker room, but I now feel like a million bucks. A million bucks with a broke up foot, but a million bucks anyway.
Glad I went, instead of moping on the couch for another day. Yes, I need to rest the foot. But sometimes the mind needs the exercise as much as the body. Felt good to move.
I talked to Coach Monster afterwards. (Coach M, who rode 8 hours yesterday in the mountains, and 4 hours today….that’s correct, 12 hours on a bike). He told me to take the swim easy so I don’t bust up the shoulders. So I will try and swim a few times this week, and continue to hope for a speedy recovery.
but for now, it’s all good.