I was planning on swimming this morning. Then I found out that I’d forgotten my goggles at home. To make matters worse, my jammers have developed the typical “chlorine hole” in the back.
At lot of swimmers can attest to this, that when you’ve owned and used a pair of jammers for a year or two, the chlorine starts eating away the material on the jammer. Not a pretty sight.
So I went on Amazon to order a new pair of jammers and goggles, and I promised myself that I will get back on track next week.
The past year, I’ve swum once a week, if at all. These sessions usually last thirty minutes. Compare this to my senior year club swim workout: an hour and a half every day, 3-4000 yards a practice, and it’s pretty obvious that my exercise regiment has vastly decreased.
It’s the summer, and I’m taking advantage of the extra time I have. I’m starting to exercise a lot more than during the regular school year. A few times a week, my friends James, Vincent, and I will make the trek to the Recreational Sports Facility (RSF) to play two hours of basketball.
I’m going to try to add in a little more swim time, too. It’s funny, because exercise is such a mental thing. You want to do it, but you find excuses not to. You want to sleep in, take care of work, and eat.
But at the same time, it’s such a rewarding thing. Plenty of times, I’ve woken up intending to exercise but not really wanting to. I’d force myself, and by the end of the session, I’ll feel really good.
And that’s the best feeling: feeling tired, exhausted even, knowing that you had a good workout. It’s hard to describe, but it might have to do with all the adrenaline rushing through your system.
I’m going to strive to reach that state again.
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