I still have a hacking cough. And I still feel like I'm coughing up a lung every so often. And today? I sounded like a frog.
But I wanted to swim so badly. It's been almost two weeks since I last strapped on the goggles and did laps. And I've missed it.
So I packed my bag and went swimming after work, even though I was still coughing.
My training schedule told me I was supposed to do 1,800 yards on Monday. And I intended to do that Monday, but I had forgotten my towel so I skipped that day's swim. Tonight? I was hoping to fit it in.
But I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it. For starters, that would be my longest swim to date. And then there was the whole hacking up a lung, not feeling good thing.
I started swimming though. I didn't go super fast since I'm not feeling the best. And 50 minutes later I touched the wall for the last time. I finished the 1,800 yards. As in 72 lengths of the pool for a total distance of one mile. That's kind of far folks. At least for me it is. When I was done, yes, my legs felt tired. But I wasn't dying. And I still have both lungs inside my body.
It wasn't awful. And I feel good, knowing that I've just covered twice the distance I'll be expected to swim at the triathlon in a month. Because the swimming part? I'll be honest, it's the leg I'm most worried about. But after tonight, it's not quite as scary.