Like A Fish. A Big Fat Fish
Went swimming this morning before work.
Finally, I got around to using that YMCA pass that had been languishing in my wallet. I got up, had breakfast, went to the gym, swam, showered and went to work. It felt great.
I think I've finally started to confront my procrastination. I had been letting myself find reasons not to go for a swim. I didn't have a decent kit to carry all the toiletries that I would need to work out then go to work. I didn't have good swim goggles and didn't want to fuss with my contacts at the gym.
So last night as I'm heading home, I pulled out all the little things that I've been letting stop me and took a good hard look at them. Then I went to the store.
Bought a new kit and a bunch of bottles for shampoo, et cetera. Bought cool new swim goggles -- the kind that actually keep the water out. Got everything I needed. Then I went home and packed the kit -- filled the bottles, sorted through my crap to find what I would actually need. When I was done, I was ready.
There was nothing standing in the way of my going for an early morning swim, except me.
I didn't swim a marathon or anything -- a combination of time and fitness allowed me to complete only eight lengths of the pool, but it was still more exercise than I've got in months. And if I can keep going, if I can fight through or get rid of all the little objections I put in front of myself...I know I can. I just have to do.