Ouch!

Yes, ouch. I am hurting. Hurt-in-g. I think, perhaps, just maybe, I over did it last night. The story of my life, right? Wow. I struggled to even put on a shirt today my shoulders hurt so bad. Don't worry, I managed to dress myself before going to work, thank you.

I met Trina and Joan at the gym to work out. I needed someone to push me, hold me accountable, bribe me, anything really. I hadn't lifted in 12 days. I did both arms and legs. Thankfully my legs feel great. On the flip side of that, my arms, mostly just my shoulders, are killing me. It was, I am certain, a combination of lifting and the busting my butt swimming.

I tried to keep pace with Mr. Carlson again, and he is so fast. Instead of counting how many meters I was swimming I just counted how many ahead of me he was. He always swims 1500 meters and leave at 8:45. I am usually far enough behind that I can finished my 1500 by 8:55. With out him I would need an abacus set up at the each end. For the life of me I can not count how many laps I do. My mind races and darts around from topic to topic, losing track of all things other than my breathing. And trying to remember to kick. I can't believe how often I forget to kick. That is probably why my shoulders hurt so bad, they do most of the pulling.

I, of course, swam with Teresa and Ashley. What would I ever do with out them? My breaks are so boring when I swim alone.

Today I went for a quick little run through the 'hood with the little man ahead of me on his bike. Encouraging me Screaming at me to hurry up. It was a good run, I am glad I did it, but it was not fast. Not at all fast. I have so much work ahead of me....