I swam a mile today! Well, not a real mile, but a swimmer's mile--1650 yards. This is such an improvement from a year ago--I trained for the 1000 meters for the triathlon and ONLY that distance, no further. I hated swimming so much that as soon as I hit that mark, I got out of the pool like a shot. So when the practice OWS turned out to be longer than the race distance, I nearly didn't make it.

Then I took all of the fall and winter (and well into the spring) off to let my SI joint heal and have only been back in the water a few weeks, but I've gotten my endurance back up quickly. Today I decided to try a mile to see if I could, and not only did I do it, but I felt great afterwards--I could have kept going easily.

And then I went into the locker room and discovered that someone stole my gym bag while I was in the pool! I didn't have too much valuable in there (iPod and phone, but the iPod is four years old and the phone was cheap and annoyed me anyway), but I'm pissed that the cute outfit I was wearing is gone! And also pissed that the bag itself is gone. Grrrrr. I hope whoever stole it is enjoying the worn out underwear and half empty toiletries, though. Idiot. Thank goodness for the soccer coach, who found me shorts and a t-shirt to wear the rest of the day (and I'm sure I looked fetching in my office in a soccer uniform, flip flops, and reeking of chlorine). I'm glad I didn't have any afternoon meetings!

Sarah