Sunday, October 02, 2011
Today was my 4th Masters Swimming session. you know, the one with the sharks though I ditched the sharks and changed groups
My goal was to not get muscle cramps and finish at least half of the training. I took my Swimming For Cardio team members many advice and stretched before during and after. I also drank water during training and well, did not have banana at home but had potassium enriched pancakes for breakfast before practice.
I completed the whole training!!! I was about to die at some point though. AND I only had a very quick toe cramp but it did not prevent me from swimming.
Oh and ego booster, on a few occasions I actually swam faster than one of the ladies!
Sunday, September 25, 2011
So after last week's disaster at the pool I came back this morning resolved to have fun and kick ass. The other group is kind and not so competitive so I knew I'd be swimming at the same pace and for once not standing out.
Truth is, even in the slow group I am still the slowest and I get tired much quicker. oh and block every one.
Granted, I have a messed up ankle and knee but I have been biking to work and swimming once a week over the past year so I thought I'd be better.
The others told me to just try to follow them even if I could not do everything and rest when I needed to. I have to say I was a bit upset, I mean, they are nice and everything, but it is the slowest group, and I used to swim like a rockstar . My ego was not happy.
Then, because I seriously needed a break I looked at the board that lists what we have to do and, tadam! we were swimming 2300m.
People, I usually swim 1000m in 45 min and I am proud of it.
No wonder I am exhausted by mid session when they swim 2300 in 60 min
So yeah, things are looking up, coach told me that thursdays are more technique oriented so I will learn again to swim like a little fish and he told me to be patient and give myself a break;
I am now looking forward to my next session and, nearly forgot, checking out the Rafael Nadal lookalike at the pool :)
Monday, September 12, 2011
Tonight I came home a bit more tired than usual, still mildly annoyed by a smartass student's behavior and set to do ST since I hadn't done it in the morning (had an impromptu apéro with the neighbors so when to bed slightly inebriated and very late)
Couldn't finish my St session, felt like eating but without really wanting food, considered eating a bowl of cereal instead but I have been doing it a lot lately so I figured I'd get a real meal (whole wheat pasta, tomatoes, artichoke and a bit of emmental and an apple, not bad)
But then... along came the cookies.
To be honest, I skipped a step in my rendition of the evening happenings. Because As soon as I got home I got the cookie box out of the cupboard and but it on the table.
They knew I wanted them, they were staring at me and patiently waiting to be eaten because that's how it always ends when I am a bit upset.
I avoided them for a while but after tracking my food figured that since I was still in the low range of calories and fat and exercised and (insert many other excuses) I could eat one.
And of course I wanted more; I waited 5 minutes, engaged in a tough war of nerves to see who would break down first.
I was sure I would. and I could already see myself write a post about how I failed and ended up eating the second cookie and the third and well since there was one left, the fourth, and how people would respond "you should put the cookie jar away, out of sight out of mind"
And that's just what I did
I drank a glass of soy milk and pushed the cookie box away.
Don't feel like eating anymore
Shirley 1-Cookie 0, muhahahahahahah
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