I had some extra time last night. 3 hours, to be exact, from "work time" to "small group" time. I decided to head to the pool to get in a "good workout." Not only was I late in leaving my desk (by over 30 minutes), but the pool was beyond packed when I arrived. I waited over 20 minutes just to get in, and by that time was so discouraged I did not have the willpower necessary to push through my initial sluggish swimming. Usually, if I can get past the initial 10-15 laps, I start to feel excited and refreshed, and catch a second wind. It never came last night.
It is frustrating, isn't it, to set about something and have your plans thwarted. I do feel good about the fact that I still went to the gym and did something, but I would be lying if I didn't confess how frustrated I am that I did not accomplish more. I could have swam an additional 20 minutes at least, but was so frustrated at my own frustration at that point that I just gave up. I swam somewhere near 750 meters. I guess that is a "good" short swim. I had wanted to try and accomplish 2,000 meters.
I suppose conquering 1/3 of my goal is better than none at all. I guess I just wish it had been different. Part of me thinks I'll head to the gym late tonight to give it another try. The other, louder, part in my head mocks that thought. We'll see which one wins after I make it through this marathon of a day.
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