With the first step out of bed this morning, I knew it was not going to be a stellar day. The ankle/heel hurt significantly. Off to the pool I went though, figuring it shouldn't bother me. Well, it certainly didn't bother me like a run would have, but it was definitely a factor, much to my surprise and disgust. Kept on keeping on, following the black line, struggling to keep up to my lane mates. Lisa encouraged me to don a fin on the good foot. Then I kept up fine, but I simply hate having to do that. And not to mention how ridiculous it is to have one flipper on. I feel like a one legged duck. Quack.

The amusement of the morning came from my taped ankle. Gene thinks I should wear a brighter color to act as a flag of sorts in the water in case anyone is coming up on me from behind. The consensus in the locker room is that it looked sexy. My swim buddies crack me up. I love you all and am so grateful to have you in my life!

Still trying to get the hang of engaging the lats with the pull...just not feeling it yet. UNLESS, we are doing underswitch...then I get it. So, why can't I translate that to regular swimming? Dipped if I know. The good news is that there will be another opportunity to try, try again on Friday. (Provided I survive the trip to NJ for work tomorrow which I am not looking forward to. Have to leave here by 6:15 and who knows when I'll get back. Guess tomorrow will be the rest day for the week!)

Ate too much today, but not as much as I wanted to. Sorry Alice, did not do you proud today. But, it certainly could have been worse.