Yea. About. That.
Todays swim was epically bad.
As in, all I could see through my goggles was bubbles (read that and understand that bubbles are bad, they're like the red light on the back of the car. If you all you can see is a wall of bubbles, you're applying your brakes while using the gas pedal). So I tried to tweak my form. And completely fell apart. Enter the part where I gasped in a mouthful of H2O. That was attractive, I'm sure. The woman who isn't the life guard, but does actually work at the gym pool walked over to ask if I was "ok".
well. yes. other than feeling 1 inch tall. "I'm fine".
I couldn't hold my form.
I couldn't hold pace... because I couldn't hold form.
I switched to back stroke, thinking that would help. Um. Yea. I ended up having to do rifle drills to get my arms in sync. I felt like a little beginner swimmer out there today.
sigh. It's OK. Because tomorrow is a new day.