It's now been a full week since I've swam. The heater is broken in our pool and I'm too much of a wimp to swim when the water is 70 degrees (excuse #1). I was actually planning on braving it and swimming this morning, but then Mark sent a text saying he wasn't going to be there... so I texted Lectie to ask if she was going and she replied no... Um... I bailed too. I thought about going later in the day but didn't. I can be the queen of rationalizing these things, but mostly I realized that swimming, for me right now, isn't about achieving any fitness goals. It's a social thing where I like pushing myself with my friends. Take away the friends and my motivation goes away too. I do plan on doing some ocean swim racing this spring/summer so once those get closer, my motivation to swim for performance will likely return... but until then I need my training partners. I might have to bribe Mark to come back next week... 7 days out of the water is the longest break I've had in years, and at this point, with the holiday coming up, I don't think I'll get into the water again until Monday. That will be like 12 days away from swimming? Longest break in at least 7 years.
I took Maia back to run Old Pali again. Today when we pulled into the parking lot, she knew... She was on my lap in the car ready to bust out the door as soon as I opened it. Like a kid in a candy shop!
5 minutes into the run she was already off on her own little adventure... she hopped a little wall and was off into the woods. She came back after a few minutes, tongue out, covered in mud, tail wagging... It was cute. This time I was prepared with a towel to wipe her down before we got back in the car, and she got a bath when we got home. I am learning to manage the adventurous side of a dog.
Let's hope this sign is just for show.