Subtitled, a conversation with myself.
Listen, self. All I wanted to do was go to the pool, maybe get a few laps in because it was a gorgeous day.
I didn’t need you to start talking.
“Man, this is the easiest first long swim of the season that you’ve had in years. You’re not choking, you’re not clinging to the side, you haven’t had to do a resting stroke for a lap yet.”
Great. This will make that sprint triathlon I’m registered for a piece of cake.
“What is the swim for that, like, 300? You’ve done that already. See, you’re finishing up your tenth lap right now.”
Yeah, but my knee is totally messed up still whenever I try to run.
“That’s temporary...There is THREE MONTHS between now and October.”
Lalalalala I can’t hear you.
“You’re on your fifteenth lap right now! You’re going to do twenty like it’s nothing. You could definitely be ready for an October 1 race.”
The last international distance one was so much work and so exhausting.
“You were growing a whole other person. Think how easy it will be when you aren’t pregnant!”
I have a child. I don’t have time to train for a race that long.
“SHE LOVES THE BICYCLE.”
Let’s just…let’s just see how the summer goes. If I’m comfortably swimming 30 laps by the end of the summer, we’ll talk about signing up.
“That’s all I’m asking.”