Patience, moderation, frustration, exhilaration, laughter, and sadness. Common feelings and I experienced them all today. My swim this morning went well – I did 16 repeats of 100 meters in my main set – with the goal of descending times with in sets. It was challenging and I felt good. The last 12 repeats I did while my friend was swimming sets of 100 in varied strokes. He is much faster so it pushed me to give it my all. I feel exhilarated in the water – I enjoy the challenge and to see my times improve and consistently come in under two minutes on my 100 meters is thrilling. My first 100 was supposed to be my slowest. I was actually a little disappointed when I saw I did it in 1:59 – the next two had to be 5 seconds faster – I had set the bar high.
My run this afternoon encompassed the most mix of emotions. It was my first run since the race and a good friend ended up joining me for a good part of it on the treadmill. My coach and I discussed how I should handle my speed work on Tuesdays – basically just let it rip – go hard and fast. Unfortunately that doesn’t start until next week. This week is focused on recovering from the race. Running next to my friend who was running speed sets brought out the desire to pick up my pace, but I had to stay in my zone two heart rate. I need more patience and moderation – it was frustrating – but I did it. After my run I chatted a bit with another close friend and headed to the weight area to start my first week of lifting in a periodization plan. I am using my body weight as resistance as much as possible so it included chin ups, pull ups (there is a difference), dips, push ups, sit ups and other ups – the glute ham machine was an experience, but I did it.
As for laughter – much of it today came thanks to a fellow blogger. Jim at Fit Recovery every once in a while writes a post that comes out of left (or right?) field. With the correct focus I read through the words and enjoyed every minute of it. And the sadness – a very long time and dear friend is dealing with her mother’s chronic illness. I have been there are my heart goes out to her. There is no easy way to deal with the process, but it is a necessary part of life we have to go through as painful as it is.
As I write I am sitting in bed surrounded by my four animals, one at each corner actually. Kosey is missed – and will always have a place in my heart. So there is a little more sadness too, but I am blessed. I have wonderful friends and family – they challenge me in my workouts, encourage me when I am blue, allow me to do the same when they need encouragement, and bring out laughter and smiles. My workouts sometimes frustrate me, but I am middled aged (I can not believe I am admitting it, but it is true despite how I feel) and I am healthy and strong. My fitness today is far greater than when I was in my twenties. And I still have those four wet noses to great me at home. Despite the mixed emotions, yes today was still a good day.