I had such a bad swim - mentally - last Saturday that it really shook my confidence. I could have chosen to focus on the positive (ie. that even though it took me a long time to get in the water and start swimming, I did stick it out for 2 hours and 20 minutes) but when you're that tired, it just seems much worse.
But I always believe that (as cliched as it is) life is not so much about falling off the horse as making sure you get straight back on again. Which was why I was down at Clovelly this evening, alone on the beach in the dark and the cold, determined to get in and swim. The weather bureau's predicted 'dangerous surf conditions' were certainly looking ominous from the beach, as the waves crashed over the rock wall and churned up Clovelly.
It wasn't a long swim in what felt like a washing machine but it was a swim nonetheless - well outside of my comfort zone, and that's what counts.
The water was as filthy as ever I've known it in Sydney so it's a couple of echinacea tablets for dessert.
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Good on you. That kind of experience is priceless - to keep going when you are cold, tired and sore and mentally down.
ReplyDeleteKeep going with training and those echidna tablets.
I'm drafting off you for inspiration for some longer swims I'm training for next season.