When you see a look of panic in the eyes of a co-worker, followed by the phrase, “dang, girl”, you know the trajectory you’re on to be able to swim a half mile by August is not necessarily on track.
A co-worker who knows I’m taking swim lessons stopped by to ask how my lesson was yesterday and when I told him – and I didn’t embellish for the sake of a good story – he was at first encouraging. But then by the end of the conversation his encouragement turned more towards a “what did you get yourself into” vibe. I definitely surprised him when talking about my lesson, I mentioned I swallowed more water, choked more and panicked more and definitely didn’t do as well as I did two weeks ago. His eyes got pretty big when I said I swallow water and choke pretty regularly. I don’t think he realized when I said I can’t swim, that means… I CAN NOT SWIM! It’s not like I can swim but need a refresher. Or that I can swim but want to go faster. Nope, I can not swim!
And then he asked how far I need to swim for the tri and he asked how many laps that is in the pool. I told him it’s 36 lengths/18 laps. And that’s when I got the shock and panicked look and the “dang, girl!” Quickly followed by the, “you better hurry up, you’ve got a lot to do by August”.
Yes, yes I do.
Until next time,
Gotta run (or swim)