Sunday, August 07, 2011
For any of you folks who are scuba certified, I'm sure you can understand what I mean. My sister has been my long time dive buddy and the last few times we've been diving she's been nervous and slightly panicked. The last time we went diving was in Catalina last May. Only about 10 minutes into the dive her fin came off and that was it for her - she wanted to surface and end the dive. Well, I've talked her into going diving with me at the end of this month. At this point, I don't even care if we're only under water for a short amount of time as long as I'm diving. Although this just may be the last time that we go together, so I need to search for a new "buddy".
But back to my main reason for this post......the thought of squeezing into my wetsuit is the best possible motivation I can think of. At one point several years ago I had gotten up to about 175 lbs and had a really tough time wriggling into that thing. I'm sure it had to be quite entertaining for everyone else on the beach, watching me pull and tug and pull and tug. It must have taken me 30 minutes to get suited up - talk about a calorie burner! Whew, I don't want to go through that ever again....and I certainly don't want to buy a bigger wetsuit!
Now that I have a goal to shoot for and the motivation to do it I think I may just work my way out of this plateau is seem to have hit. I can't wait til I'm blowing bubbles underwater once again!