Ever feel like you should get extra credit on some days for working out? Yesterday was definitely one of those days. I had a lovely 2.5 hour visit with my dentist on Monday afternoon, where I was treated quite royally, as I left with a temporary crown. It's pretty dull - I sure hope the permanent is jewel-encrusted. At the price I'm paying (with insurance!), you'd think so!
Anyway. I felt pretty crummy for the rest of the day on Monday (and what's up with Novocaine lasting over 10 hours???) - didn't feel like eating, just kept slamming the Motrin and Aleve and hoping things would get better. Woke up Tuesday morning and had an internal debate on getting up and going to the pool. Finally decided that I was going to feel crummy either way, so I might as well go. I did bribe myself with only having to do my 10 lap kickboard warm up plus the combined 50 lengths of side and back stroke. Then once I got that done I told myself that I didn't have to do any sprints - I could just leisurely kickboard as long as I wanted, but I didn't have to get to 100. Well, I did do the sprints, but only 5 of them. And I did get to my usual 100 lengths, but I didn't have to! It's hard having an inner 10-year-old, I'm telling you.
Was I glad I did my workout, even though I had a legitimate excuse to skip it? Yeah (big dramatic sigh). I'm always happy when I don't miss a planned workout. And I didn't feel any worse for doing it. Not a whole lot better, either, but there you go.
So while I was going to come here and tell you all the fun things about swimming, I'm just going to leave you with that. Oh, and I stole Jeff's goggles because apparently you are not supposed to wipe out the inside of your goggles - messes with the anti-fog protection. Which I had done, several times. My visibility was down to vague shapes. It's nice to be able to see again...plus, he kinda owed me. Right, Janell?