I did it. I went back to masters swim practice last night. I chose Friday evenings because they are known for being the most “low key” practice of the week. I swam a total of 10 times since Silverman (November 2007), all of these times when I was super duper pregnant. My most recent swim was in early August 2008. I know this because I checked my training log.
To all appearances, Splish suits are designed for women with an ermm…smaller bosom areas. Certainly NOT for DD breastfeeding types. So I resorted to the only suit I have that fit– my Team USA suit. Inescapable irony indeed.
I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, so I got in one of the slower lanes. I got booted before warm up was over with one girl initially pondering whether this girl in a Team USA suit meant that I was either a super fast swimmer or completely clueless crazy person wearing a swimsuit picked up from a garage sale. Whether I’m clueless and/or crazy remains to be determined, but I’d suggest that owning a Triathlon Team USA suit does not always imply that person be “a super fast swimmer.” Just sayin’.
Apparently, my slow pace is not terribly different than my slow pace was before. Of course, slow pace is all I’ve got now, so when I swam with Kim and Derek (the people I used to swim with), I got whupped up upon, as they might say in the rural south. Not that I cared. My expectations were in the basement, so making it across the pool without looking like I was drowning and pulling off flipturns that didn’t make me dizzy were markers of success.
The hardest part were the three reverse 100 IM’s. My butterfly was so bad, I looked like a duathlete. Seriously that bad. Well, it felt that bad. My brother (Derek) laughed at me, but what’s new?
So, anyway, I swam and Remy’s been spitting at me the past 10 minutes because he feels that it is his turn with the laptop. We have new plastic cover things over the keyboard so all the drool and spit are contained where it can be wiped off without harm to the ‘puter innards. Gotta go. He’s not a patient little man.