After this mornings super windy ride, I eventually made it to work. Not the most productive day, but ya know... And then I dragged myself to the pool. I mean, d.r.a.g.g.e.d. It was the last place I wanted to go, but I went. Dinner with Brooke, Mary Elizabeth, and Diane wasn't until later, and I would have just rather waited at the bar. But, no. I went.
And I am so glad I did. After the first 100 meters, I knew it was going to be good. I felt like myself in the water. Smooth, strong, controlled, and natural in the water. 2000 meters and I had to get out to go to dinner. Which was okay. I am just hoping I can remember that feeling in the water, or at least my muscles can...
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Maybe that feeling could be continual motivation to go to the pool!
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