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 – besides the one in my belly, of course.
It is amusing to swim with Dad because he doesn’t count laps. Amusing because I am counting obsessed. After all, there’s little to do in the pool besides think and count. Dad lets me count and then subtracts a lap or two since he’s a newer swimmer and a bit slower. It… would… drive… me… crazy not to know ‘my’ distance. I don’t think I’ve ever swam and not counted laps; just like I’m pretty sure I’ve never ran and had no clue what distance I was running – 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, “I think this is lap 13 but it could be lap 12…” I then feel compelled to assume it’s the lower number because I don’t want to shortchange myself.
Anyway – I’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 – 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 is…
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 – the home stretch had five lights!