Swimming. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, but…okay, I don’t really enjoy it.
Especially at my gym’s pool, which seems to disproportionately attract weirdos in snorkel masks and floating band-aids and such.
But: today I swam, and…
…my goggles didn’t leak.
…I didn’t have to share a lane.
…my cap kept my hair dry. (Mostly.)
…there were no creepers lurking underwater.
…I didn’t brush up against any disgusting floating things.
It was almost fun.
My shins are still stabby so I’ve been laying off running this week. I’ve been hitting the weight room, but felt like I could use a little cardio. So I hopped in the pool for 37 minutes and covered 1500 yards. Not exactly setting any speed records, but it was nice to get my heart rate up and stretch out my chest and shoulders, which were sore from lifting.
And so I’ll say to myself: Hey, that wasn’t so bad, you should get in the habit of swimming as cross-training on a regular basis!
But then I won’t until I’m hurt again.
On another note, I had the awesomest salad for lunch today.
I eat some sort of salad for lunch most days, but I never blog about it because that’s boring. Usually it’s leftover whatever-meat with some cheese and nuts and fruit. Today’s combination, however, was worthy of the internets.
I guess that is still just leftover meat and cheese and nuts and fruit, but this ribeye-chèvre-walnut-pear combo was delicious.
I seared the pears in the same pan I’d used to reheat the steak, which made them extra soft and sweet and delicious. And this dressing from Stonewall Kitchen is amazing:
…especially for a dressing that has no sugar.
Anyway. So I went swimming and didn’t totally hate it, and I ate a great salad.
Not a bad Wednesday.
But I’m hoping to be back to running tomorrow.