Ever notice how hard it is to get to the pool when it's like, oh, about 9 degrees outside? It's not like the pool itself is outside, but the mere thought of getting in my freezing car, putting on my cold suit (cause it's been in my gym bag in the car) and jumping in a freezing pool excite me nothing. Nada. Zilch. And out that on top of the fact that all my swims are now over an hour. I have to keep reminding myself, "Once you get in, you're fine."
No, in fact, I would much rather be nestled all snug in my bed, covered with my way-too-hot-it-give-me-night-sweats comforter, and watching The Biggest Loser while eating gum drops (they're my new favorite).
So now, as I sit here, feeling the cold draft of the outside finds its way into my tiny apartment and through my little tank top on onto my skin, I am yet again dreading the pool. Man, I can sure do some whining, huh?
I chose this, I chose this, I chose this.....