For the past nine months all my exercise has been totally aerobic in nature. But I've been waiting for the day when I could to push myself hard enough to be out of breath. I've wanted to work hard in a workout.
Tonight I got to do just that. I attended my first masters swim workout since February. It was awesome. I was giddy while driving there and so happy to see my old teammates and coach. So fun to be social in my workouts again rather than being in isloation.
And once again, I pleasantly surprised myself with my swim fitness. I worked hard. And my heart rate went up high. And I was out of breath. And I loved it.
Now I feel like a wet noodle. My arms are as limp as Moana's when she's all done eating. Speaking of which, I'm just waiting for her to wake up so I can feed her again before putting her down for the night. Or at least a few hours...