Ran: 30 minutes
Swam: 30 minutes
Things are obviously getting better because I only thought about curling up and crying a few times. All the times involved cold.
The run was slow and cold. My legs didn't want to go faster so I never got warm enough. I was wishing for a scarf the whole time. The run also reminded me what it felt like back when 10 minute miles were tough. I wasn't tracking my distance or pace last night (and still got back to my car within a minute of when I was supposed to. Bam!), but it couldn't have been great. My legs were heavy. My knees hurts. Moving forward was rough. I assume I'll be able to run normally again at some point. I'm running a half marathon on Sunday, so I guess we'll find out then.
The swim was fine, but the brief period between exiting the shower in the locker room and submerging myself in the water was chilly. 30 minutes was the longest I'd been in water since September, but it went by. I decided to count my laps by playing the alphabet game. Name things with each letter per lap. I made it to W (just like a white winged dove), which means I did 23 laps in just over 30 minutes. I will never be a fast swimmer, but I can only assume this is shitty. I don't care. But it's not the "everything sucks fuck the world I am EMO HEAR ME WHINE" type of "I don't care" that I've been dragging around all week. It's more of a "if I knew how to swim properly I'd get better but I can't really teach myself so this will do, pig, this will do."
Oh, the swim.
My brain has not been functioning recently, as is clear by...everything.
So, this morning I grabbed my bathing suit from the drying rack before I left for work.
Or so I thought.
See, I grabbed two pieces of bathing suit. Both were tops. I am unclear how even the foggiest section of my brain could think that my disco top and my orange scaly top could possible be put together in any combination that would be acceptable at a public pool.
I did briefly wonder if there was any way I could wear a top as a bottom.
Thankfully, knowing full well that I am 100% stupid at least 10% of the time, I had a back up in the car.
Now, I haven't worn this suit in a while. It was...a little loose putting it on dry. Once I was in the water it...well. The bottom rose up a little too far in the back, and the top hung down a little too far in the front. Nothing was sagging. Everything was just a little more seductive than one would want in a public pool.
I should probably switch out my emergency swim suit. Or actively start making passes at the hottie life guard. He had one of those beards that said "I like reggae music and flannel shirts and camping at the beach drinking IPA and beat up trucks and I'm 18 I swear." I might have added that last part to make myself feel better.
But, I do feel better.
Not dancing in the street in my rain boot and a tutu life is delicious better. Not there yet. But I'm no longer so exhausted that I only have the energy to hate and loathe. Big improvement over the last few days.