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Conquer the Pool — :38, :49, 1:02
Those are not Bible verses. They are my swim times this morning. So this was the first time Coach Corey timed me. It was so sad. Anyway here is a beginning point. 38 seconds freestyle, 49 seconds back, 1:02 breast. I refuse to attempt the fly. Did I mention that these sad times were for 25 yds? Well now I know what I have to do and every day that I am in the pool I will do my best to improve these times. Maybe I won’t be competitive in the near future but I will get there. Swimming is in my blood now.
How Many Reasons Can You Find To Not Do Something?
I belong to a facebook page started by my Weight Watchers group. Every time I go there I am impressed by the things that the group does to carry out important goals. Several of the ladies walk in the park every morning at 5:00am and of course now it’s dark when they walk. They bring flashlights and walk past people with the little miner type lights on their hats running/walking in the opposite direction! Our leader Ruby posts bits of inspiration every day. So I just have to ignore the voice in my head that sometimes causes me to want to stop.
It’s so easy to come up with excuses to not do what we need to. I often try using my age. After all I’m 61 I can’t ….. To quote Archie Bunker “Crapola”. I am still capable of a lot and I bet you are too. Don’t let the excuses define you. Do the very best you can every day. You’ll be surprised at how much you can really get done.
Conquer the Pool
No matter what’s going on when I get to the pool it begins to fade. Today the coach was out but five members of the team were there. We know the drill literally. So we practiced kicks, arms, whole strokes. I see progress. Still not where the rest of the team is but I no longer doubt that I will get there. We registered our Masters team and want to attend a swim meet next week just to see what it’s like. Wow! Who knows where this will lead. LoL!
No Pink Wigs Thanks
So today as I was driving to meet my girlfriend Deborah I passed a small boutique type of store with several mannequins wearing pink and orange wigs. I can’t tell you about the clothes but I remember the wigs. I thought as I went by there are perks to being sixty-one. I don’t have to decide whether to succumb to the latest fashion and consider wearing a pink or orange or purple wig. Make-up doesn’t take me an hour any more. A little mascara, blush and lipstick and I’m good to go. I mean who am I kidding. I think I look good for 61 but that doesn’t mean that I look 4o or 50 for sure. I’m good with what I see. Herringbone stockings are not for my ample thighs thank goodness because they are not pretty wrapping around the legs of some of the healthy young women I see with them on. No muffin top causing jeans cause mine come to my waist. Huh! I am so over the everyday pressures of fashion. I can dress nicely without frightening myself when I look in the mirror. Yes, thanks for mentioning it I do have a slight limp. Guess what I limped my 61-year-old self through the park for 4.24 miles this morning how about you?
Diving ??????
So I had a very challenging week including the cold that is still hanging on. I really wrestled with whether or not to go to the pool today but I missed the entire week so I went. The crew among other things was practicing their dives off of the blocks. Oh please! I can’t even think about that. But okay we all went to the diving area and I agreed to go off the edge of the pool. Well my feet were glued to the pool deck. I began to get light-headed and there may have been a bit of hyperventilation. Finally the coach said okay we go on three. I went. It wasn’t pretty but I did it. Then again and then again. Still needs lots of work but I’ll keep trying.
Failure isn’t an option!
As weeks go, this was a challenging one for sure
Yes it was a real doozy. One thing after another, day after day. I posted the other day that I profess faith and needed to call on it. For sure! Now as things go I don’t want to seem ungrateful because that’s not true. I am blessed. Still things happen and this week lots of them happened.
Anyway here I am at the end of the week still standing and prayerful that next week won’t have as many challenges. We never know. I do know that they don’t last forever. My cup is always half full. Never half empty
How do we meet the challenges?
It’s not if we meet challenges it when. This has been a challenging week. Long story but I work for a period every semester before I get paid. I had hoped to be paid by at least one employer today. No such luck. Been up since 5:45 am. because I fell asleep at 9:00 pm. I’m not a morning person and find it a bit depressing to be up early. Anyway it’s not 9:00 am yet and checked both banks, no pay, the garage door cable broke and we have to manually open the door (almost impossible for me it’s so heavy). Will have to rearrange my day if the garage door guy can’t get here until later because we have a problem with the front door lock and generally use the garage doors. So far don’t see my day going like I envisioned. Without a lot of gory details the whole week has been like this. So the question is how do we meet the challenges?
I for one am writing about mine first thing in the am. Then I’m gonna regroup and figure out what I can do today. Have to go out twice, then in until tomorrow. Maybe it’s a regroup day. I will not be defeated. I say I have faith so today will be a day to prove that. Have a good one!
Never too much encouragement
My swim crew sees no limits for themselves or for me. I often remind them that I am years older than most (not all) but they tell me so what. Diving off the blocks? I say not going to happen, they say yes it is. Swimming freestyle without my fins? Still a struggle but I am encouraged that with practice I will be able to do it. They have become a new part of my family and I am thinking that I will do some of this stuff. We listen to so much negative stuff. In our own minds, from those who say they care, co-workers, employers. You know the deal. It’s nice to hear what you can do. After a while you begin to believe it!
Dinner with the Girls
Yesterday was my college roommates 60th birthday and four of us came to celebrate with her. It was a nice night. I have been friends Lynn since we were 4 & 5 and 40 to 42 years with the rest, from college to now. Virtually all of our lives! When I’m with them now we talk about children, grandchildren, our remaining parents (one Dad and two Moms left in the group) and of course about the good old days. We are an energetic group and even though the calendar says that we are all (except one) in our 60’s it’s hard for me to believe. You can’t tell by our activity levels or our attitudes. Age is really just a number!
Renee’s 60th me on the left , Jackie, Renee center, Lynn, Cynthia far right
Conquer the Pool
At first I was keeping track of the days that I went to the pool. Now I have months in and the individual days don’t seem to matter as much. I have a goal and that is to compete some way, some how in twelve months. Perhaps it will be the Danskin Triathlon or it may be a short course meet somewhere but that is my goal. We had our first team meeting yesterday moving towards registering our team with the State Master Swim organization. Some of us are planning to attend a meet in October so we can see what it’s like. They tell me that making the decision is the first step. So as far as I’m concerned, I’m on the way. I will need a large cheering section. I’ll keep you informed.
First Steps the Hardest 