Today’s Mission: Get in the f*cking pool. Again.

I’ve been giving myself little fitness missions in 2011, because I’ve decided that I actually do care about my body after all! You might not have known that had you been tracking what I’ve been eating over the past decade or so.

After successfully upgrading gyms, the next phase of my fitness plan came into play… the mission? “Get in the f*cking pool.” I swam solo at my gym for all of 20-30 minutes attempting to look like I knew what I was doing… while confiding in my lane partner that it was all a not-so-elaborate ruse.

But the mission was accomplished, and marked the start of the “build up some stamina” work out phase. The next phase would come in the late spring/early summer, when I’d don my speedo and join the aqua gays on the Orca Swim Team. Ahh, but the universe had other plans for me!

I put in one of my chat profiles that I was trying to start getting into swimming, and a nice guy named Brian messaged me to say hello and suggested I screw the stamina-building and just get in the f*cking pool with the Orcas. After hearing his sales pitch a few more times I decided to take him up on the offer — tonight.

Today’s Mission: Get in the f*cking pool. (Again.)

Objectives:

  • Meet the swimmer gays.
  • Swim as much of the workout period as you can.
  • Swim further than you did last time. (just 200 yards) 
  • Breathe more. (tougher than it sounds)

Mission: Accomplished!

Distance: 1,000 yards 

Notes: Everyone was (sometimes literally) swimming laps around me, but Paul (the night’s coach) was nice and spent some quality time with me solidifying the basics. I’m very glad I went — but it kicked my ass, in a good way. Got a cramp when I used the kickboard, but stretched and then pushed through.

I’m going to go pass out now… Go me!