Around the pool in 24 breaks

It happens every, single year.  Wait, let me re-phrase that: I let it happen every, single year.  I go for my first swim of the season when summer is already halfway over.  And I always regret it.  Note to self: Start swimming when summer starts!  It's glooorious!

That's how good it feels.  [Source.]


The swim leg of the sprint distance triathlon which I'm now officially training for (woohooo!) equals 24 lengths of our gym's swimming pool (i.e. 600 m).  Yikes.  To me that's a lot of lengths.  And doing it all in one go is especially daunting to me right now.  (Well, that and the tiny issue of swimming in open water.  With a gazillion arms and legs flapping around in my face.  But I guess we'll cross that bridge when we get there.)  

So this morning I tackled the bull by the horns and I did the whole shebang: I swam 600 m.  Twenty-four lengths.  But not in one go.  No.  In twenty-four.  Yep, I needed a break after every, single lap.  Ha!  How will I ever be able to do it all without stopping?!  Just like any other overwhelming task, I guess: One bite at a time.  Baby steps.  

So watch this space!  Major celebrations and obligatory cartwheels and happy dances anticipated for the day when I'm finally able to tackle those suckers two at a time ;).


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