Just keep swimming...

Swimming. Remember when you were a kid, and how joyful it was? How easy to jump in the pool and get started? Diving boards, swimmies, sun tan lotion.

Apparently, life is so different as an adult.

I didn't think I'd find swimming so terrifying, and yet...and yet...even something as simple as going under water and trusting that my goggles won't flood with water panics me.

Wait, I think "panics" might be a bit hyperbolic. It's really that I have been trained (by my mother) to fear swimming with my contacts in.

Please, dear heavens, let my eye doctor not read this blog.

My goggles work really well -- they have not flooded (yet), and I haven't needed to freak out...and yet, after a few strokes, I'm up, gasping for breath, scared out of my mind that I'll not be able to finish.

And yet, I'm NOT finishing simply because I'm scared I'll not be able to finish...

In other words, Ugh. I have the phone number of a swim coach, which, as each day goes by, I realize more and more that this will be necessary. There is also a swim class to work on strokes, breathing, and effectiveness in the pool in March or April at the rec center, which is absolutely necessary.

I complete all of my swimming thus far after my workouts -- I figure if I can swim the required sprint triathlon distance after a completely exhausting workout, I can do it "pretty easily" as the workout on tri-day. Am I completely insane?

Don't answer that.