Progress

So I finally got in the pool on Sunday.[Again with the snowing. For the record SNOW does not make swimming appealing in the middle of winter!]

I had a great swim.

This was the first time in the pool in five weeks, four week post surgery and first time trying out the new body. Something worked because I managed to swim 1800 meters. Normally I spit and sputter after 400meters and stand at the end trying to catch my breath while letting all the other swimmers pass![I truly suck] But not this time for some reason?[Could it be the elusive 'progress']

Even while swimming this miraculous 1800 meters I kept thinking, "I'm so slow!". And then I thought, "Be grateful you can even swim!"

I was so pleased with my progress in the pool that I came home and announced my progress to my boyfriend and his three girls. In his typical 'call my ego down' style, he stood and gave me a standing ovation. [big smile]