Saturday morning I woke up with a headache. I rarely get headaches. I knew something was up. Over a walk I bitched to Lucky who licked my face in sympathy.
I proceeded to go kick some butt in the pool at the smallest swim meet known to man. We were running 3 lanes per heat, and sometimes the girls and guys swam together. It was basically a glorified swim practice, except I paid more for it.
I haven’t raced in a pool in 10 years. All sorts of worries were floating through my head the night before…. Would I belly flop off the start? Would my goggles stay on? Would I still have my game?
All was well. It was nice to see where I am in the pool. I swam the 50 free, 50 back, 50 fly, and 100 IM. Oh, how I love Master’s swimming! It is like I’m 9 years old again and allowed to swim 50’s of every stroke. (In my defense, I wanted to swim the 200 free, but no one else was signed up, so I quickly acted like I wasn’t planning on swimming it.)
Again, in 9 year old’s fashion, I got excited over ribbons. Yes, ribbons. 3 blues, and a red. The red was in an open event, and my team mate Eric beat me. This does NOT count towards my goal of winning my AG in a race. I want something better than a ribbon. thank.you.very.much!
What do I feel coming, you ask? A damn cold. Sucks.