I just swam FIFTY laps!   My arms and legs feel like wood.

I woke up thinking I should go to some dance classes.   I have a monthly membership at a dance studio, where I pay a set price and can take up to ten classes at that set rate.   It's a great deal, but I think today is the last day of the billing cycle, and I only used six of my classes.  

But I just couldn't get myself motivated.  I was feeling pretty 'meh' about driving to the studio.   But I'm also anxious that I have gained a good bit of weight since the show closed last month.  I am up eight pounds.   Some of it is water weight, but I can't rely on that, and I knew I needed to do something today.

Plus I have two flamenco classes tonight and I didn't want to walk in cold.  So I finally decided to get off my can and go swim some laps - something I have been saying I wanted to do since Thanksgiving.  I read a lot about how Natalie Portman got into shape for Black Swan, and swimming was a big part of her training.

If it's good enough for Natalie, it's good enough for me.

I thought, walking down The Hill to the pool, that I would shoot for 50 laps, but in truth, I had no idea what steady swimming would be like, so I promised myself I could stop whenever I really felt like I was done.

I really felt like I was done at five laps.   

But I rested for a minute, then went for ten.  I took a break, drank some water, used the washroom, got back in the pool, paddled around, stretched a bit.

Then I did five-lap increments, determined to get to 20.   And I got there.  So I decided to try for five more.

Those next five were very hard and took some mental pep talking.   Just one more, I told myself.   Then I said it to myself again, just one more.  Until I hit 25.

At 25 laps, the service truck pulled up (they do maintenance on the pool and the clubhouse), but then they didn't seem to be coming into the pool area yet, so I thought, let me see if I can get in five more.   At 30, some random guy came in and sat down in a loungechair, with headphones and sunglasses.   He never took off his t-shirt.   I nodded politely and then ignored him.

I was aiming for 40, but then I thought, let's try 45.   Then at 45 I thought, what the hell, why not shoot for 50.


The poolside guy left a minute after I did, and followed me partway up The Hill - but a neighbor friend of mine was driving down the hill, and he stopped and we chatted. Random Guy was still behind me, but veered off to the building across the street and went around like he was going in through one of the backdoors.   It's a steep hill, and we all do what we can to be lazy walking up The Hill.

I mention this, because, while I was very aware of being alone at the pool and in the clubhouse when I used the restroom, this was a very good reminder that the next time, I will be checking in with JC before and after my swim.   Today was about 45 minutes, door to door.   I think it is very important for anyone, but especially women who are alone, to be cognizant of their surroundings, and have a plan.   And a Backup Plan B.  I didn't even have my phone with me today, but you can bet I will next time - which I think will be Friday morning, but a little earlier.   The sun was a little strong by the time I wrapped up at 11:15, even with 70spf.

The interesting things I noticed while swimming:  How clear and aqua-sparkly the water was.  How the clouds were forming an arc of little cotton puffs across the sky.   A random bird calling out in a clear, treble voice.   The cicadas starting to warm up and really sing.

And how very, very, ridiculously steep The Hill was, walking back.   


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