I Caved

I started a small crochet project, two pretty colours mixed together.  I was just playing around with this way of making a square.  I love the way they look, almost like the speckles in the iris of an eye.  I might make these into a set of coasters, who knows.

Ages ago I mentioned that I wanted to get fit, lose weight, tone up.  Here's the latest:

I love to swim.  I love swiming around, playing in the water, but I also really love to do lengths.  Freestyle, backstroke, breaststroke, flutterboard but mostly freestyle.

I've had it in my head to get back into swimming - I've been SO excited about it.  It's the perfet wway to get fit, great for breathing techniques if you get a little asthma (like me), great for trimming down the jelly around the middle.  Swimming is great for an all-over workout without stressing your joints, and great if you don't like getting sweaty and hot - the water keeps you cool.

Oh I just love to swim!  I haven't been swimming properly for a couple of years now.  I remember the awesome feeling when I eventually got myself up to 28 lengths (with short stops at each end) in one go.  I wasn't rushing, it was just casual swimming at my own pace.  I loved it.  I miss it.

Now that my physiotherapist says my abs are back up to scratch again (post c-section), I'm ok to go and do a regular exercise routine now.  I am SO stoked!

All week I have been looking forward to going for a swim on Saturday morning, thinking I'll be stoked if I can get two lengths out my unfit body.  Then the time came to get ready and go by myself. I got up, I forgot to have breakfast.  I made sure I had my togs, towel, some shampoo for after the swim to make my hair not-so-gross, my goggles, my inhaler.  I began to get nervous!

Then I drove to the pool.  I was hoping it would be relatively quiet.  It was busy.  There were people everywhere heading for the building, no parks anywhere close, there were cars coming and not many going.  I freaked out.

I left.

So there goes my first swim.  I'll try sometime in the week, maybe.  Maybe I'll try go with a friend, get some emotional support.

I'm gutted.