What Was I Thinking?

So, today the YMCA where I swim was having a Swim-A-Thon. Apparently when they held this event last year, Sherry swam for eight hours straight. This year, someone else was planning to come in and relieve her for two hours. As a show of support, I decided to swim with her this morning. Her plan was to swim for three hours, take a two hour break and then swim for three more hours. I figured if she could swim for six hours, I could certainly swim for three, right?

Again I ask you, "WHAT WAS I THINKING?!" Every day I say I don't think I could be any more tired but today, I REALLY mean it. It would have taken an intervention to get me out of that pool before my allotted three hours, but I am definitely paying the price for my stubbornness. In three hours, I swam 111 laps -- just over three miles. Amazingly, I looked like 'Terry the Turtle' next to Sherry. She was zipping up and down the lane like she had a little outboard motor hooked to her rear end. Afterwards she told me that she was swimming one-minute laps! That means that while I swam a measly 111 laps, she swam 180! That's OK. I still feel proud of myself. I only took breaks after each hour and never got out of the pool. Try to imagine what my skin looks and feels like after gliding through saltwater for three hours!

There is a huge upside to this. After swimming 3 miles, that puny little 1500 yards coming up in May is a piece of cake! Mmmmm . . . cake . . . what a good idea . . . gotta go!

Have a restful weekend!

P.S. Did I mention that I shaved off another pound? Six down, 20 more to go!