Today there was a big group of more elite-seeming swimmers at my normally quiet morning swim. There were no open lanes but one of the fast swimmers let me share with her. That was nice of her, but it was very hard sharing a lane with someone so much faster -- I am already crummy at flip turns, and it seemed like every time I went to turn, she was right there. It would have been easier for the fast swimmers to share lanes with each other. It is so much easier to share with people who are at about the same level.
I did find it inspired me to push myself a little, which was good. The other swimmer finished before me so I had some time to relax in my own lane, too. I did a total of 50 laps of crawl and 20 laps of breaststroke. I did a few of those laps faster. I am giving some serious thought to joining a master's swim group for the fall and winter, because I miss having people to train with and I know that I tend to be a little pokier on my own than I would be with the group.
I want to start training with other people again but I feel too fat and slow. I expected these extra 20 pounds to melt away with no trouble once I didn't have my crazy job but obviously there was more than that going on.
I'm weighing a lot of options in my head but haven't settled on any one yet. I need to add strength training back into my routine, for one, but haven't done it yet. I know I need to get more serious about the calorie counting or rejoin Weight Watchers (either online only or meetings). I'm feeling sort of stuck and unmotivated. I keep waiting for something to push me out of this rut.
I am looking forward to back-to-school time even though it means more work and less free time. There's just something about that time of the year that promises a new beginning. In case you haven't noticed, I love new beginnings and I hate middles.