Ever have one of those weeks where you just can’t get anything going? That’s what I’m up against right now. Somehow, I feel like I’m occasionally my own worst enemy – too wrapped up feeling sorry for myself to get anything done. Give me rope, and I’m tying metaphysical nooses.
It’s a terrible feeling when you realize that the biggest stumbling block remaining in your life, and the source of most of your stress, is yourself.
Scratch that. Not terrible. Liberating. All I need to do is figure out how to focus, and I’m Visa, baby – everywhere you want to be.
Let’s change that noose into a lasso. I’ve got goals to wrangle.
So.
Finally got back in the pool tonight for the first time in two weeks. The swimming felt good. Felt smooth. Felt strong.
‘Til I noticed the guy in the next lane, hardly moving, but going way, way, faster than me.
No, it shouldn’t bother me. Not in the slightest. ‘Cause I don’t swim enough to have reason for it to bother me. Plus, the whole “bothered” thing interferes with the whole “Wow, what a great swim” feeling.
And y’know what? it doesn’t bother me. ‘Cause one day, perhaps years from now, I’ll be smooth like that.
1500 yards. 35 minutes.