Then, last week a coworker and I were discussing getting off our butts and I mentioned my swimming "plan". She said she had found a pool, open to the public, that had lane swimming pretty much all day. SO... (drumroll for this is truly a momentous occasion) we went swimming Monday after work.
During the day she had asked me how many laps I wanted to go for so I said I thought I would try for a certain length of time rather than laps so I could try to pace myself. She asked "how long do you want to go for then?" to which I replied "I'm aiming for 20 minutes." She laughed and said she was thinking like an hour, but come on people, I know myself.
Sure enough: one lap in and I was thinking "WHAT am i THINKING?" I never did count my actual laps but we swam for 30 minutes (a new PB!)(personal best)(because I'm obviously training for the Olympics) and then sank gratefully into the hot tub. I'm surprised I made it home afterwards. I was wiped out.
This will get easier right? I will get "in shape" and will have stamina and endurance and all those mythical words that athletic people throw around with nary a care in the world. My legs will stop shaking one day soon right?
I can't wait to go again.