Great Expectations

OK, well, a meteor did not strike in the night. Today was a new day. I arrived at the pool armed with my oatmeal and a determination not to use fins at all, unless we did kicking, which we do not usually do on a Wednesday. I expected to have a great swim. It was not meant to be. :(

The workout was interesting. Working on flip turns. Excellent, I need all the help I can get with those. Then working on bilateral breathing with  9 x 75s, incorporating flips at the walls. Ugh. My head was pointed down nearly every time. What was I doing wrong?????? I'm getting close enough, I'm connecting with both feet. I'm shoving with all my might. It must be I'm opening up too early is my guess. Maybe I'll try to get there early next week and work on those by myself. I get so nervous I'm going to bang into someone when in the lane with others.

Then we did 800s. The plan was to do two. I left after the first. I guess maybe I expect too much of myself, I don't know. But I wasn't keeping up. I expected to get lapped. I wasn't wearing fins like our leader. And then there was one of the coaches in our lane (what was that about?) so clearly he would be much faster. And then there is another guy that is definitely faster. So I expected it. I was OK with it, given the company I was in. But I did not expect them to finish and not let me turn at the wall. Man, I was polite and tried to make it easy for them to pass me, thereby falling further behind, I think the least they could have done was let me use the wall for my final couple of turns. With two laps to go for me, they took off for the next one. I did not even know there was an interval we were trying to make. I heard the coach say we were to take our time and concentrate on our form, which is what I was doing.

Maybe I just can't do this. Maybe I started this too late in life. Maybe I need private lessons. Maybe I'll always be slow. Maybe I'm just PMSing.

I got out, in tears, nuff said.