34 weeks pregnant and still swimming!
Like an island rising out of the sea, I tell ya.
DadHTP and I hit the pool for a workout. So glad to finally have a swim buddy â€“ besides the one in my belly, of course.
It is amusing to swim with Dad because he doesnâ€™t count laps. Amusing because I am counting obsessed. After all, thereâ€™s little to do in the pool besides think and count. Dad lets me count and then subtracts a lap or two since heâ€™s a newer swimmer and a bit slower. Itâ€¦ wouldâ€¦ driveâ€¦ meâ€¦ crazy not to know â€˜myâ€™ distance. I donâ€™t think Iâ€™ve ever swam and not counted laps; just like Iâ€™m pretty sure Iâ€™ve never ran and had no clue what distance I was running â€“ I at least know a ballpark figure.
One thing that really gets my swimsuit in a wad is when I miscount or start doubting my count. As like, â€œI think this is lap 13 but it could be lap 12â€¦â€ I then feel compelled to assume itâ€™s the lower number because I donâ€™t want to shortchange myself.
Anyway â€“ Iâ€™m 100% sure that I swam 0.5 a mile today. It was a good swim, too. I felt fast and strong. My recommitment to the pool is definitely paying off!
This snack was a failure â€“ I took one sip and realized that the almond milk was off (can almond milk even go off?). Ate a banana instead.
And lunch was, quite possibly, the best meal ever.
A ton of watermelon and a bunch of gluten-free mac and cheese (with spinach mixed in).
My question to you isâ€¦
Are you a fan of counting during workouts? Laps, sit-ups, miles, time? What do you use to keep track? Do you count anything unusual? I used to count street lights in the final mile of my long runs when I lived in Orlando â€“ the home stretch had five lights!