Thursday, September 18, 2008

After being miserable...

Well ok I still have am feeling a little s.a.d... but am on the path to enlightenment (possibly with a lumie!)

So what of "Oh Woa is me - Wednesday"

Well let me take you back to yesterday morning... me (and the weather) dull, grey, miserable... I was walking around like a child with a big pouty front lip... replying to most noises (albeit only from Muffin or Soros the cats asking for food), with a humpf and growl...

Then I got a text message from tri buddy Leanne... "are you coming to the club swim tonight?"

LIKE... PLEASE... DON'T YOU KNOW I'M BEING MISERABLE!?

So I replied: "Depends how much I'm still sulking..."
with some humpfs and snarls commenting on lack of indication from drivers on the road and people deciding to walk out in front of the car on the way to work etc etc

She then told me "it will be fun you should come..."

FUN! FUN! DOESN'T SHE REMEMBER HOW COLD THAT POOL IS AND THE LACK OF ANYTHING SIGNIFICANT ON THE LANE ROPE MEANING US SLOW LANERS GETTING BUFFETED BY THE WAKE OF THE SPEEDSTERS, CHOKING ON THE WATER AT EVERY BREATH...

"I may come... BUT only if I can wear my wetsuit as the pool is cold.... and I'm saying that in a sulky fashion"

So she got her way and asked if I was stomping my foot yet...

And then I got to work.... yes maybe that's what I need... a club swim, a bit of socialising, let's not worry about the water temp.... my spirits were lifting and I started my day at work... HURRAH.. almost!

Escaping from the doom which is the IT sales industry at the moment (yeah us guys sell to big banks too) a little later then planned I called Leanne to make sure she was still going. After all, if she wasn't then I had my perfect excuse to not bother, go find some chocolate and sulk on the sofa. Alas, despite her missing her train home she told me she had prepared well and had packed her stuff in the car and would make it.... DAMN!

So I got home, dragged my sorry arse out of my suit and dropped myself into my swim suit, unfortunately I was still going to be on time.

Finally dragging my feet with me made it to the pool..... and guess what

IT WAS FUN!

IT WASN'T THAT COLD, and no I didn't wear my wetsuit!

We DID get buffeted by all the waves, coming at us through the ropes and bouncing off the walls back.

We worked hard - even nearly managed to finish the entire set (which would have been a first, the only reason I didn't was because of cold water cramp!)

The moral of this story: We all have choices in life, sometimes when we're down in the dumps we can take a decision ourselves to just be happier (just try smiling a little and see what happens) and reach out for a friend.... They may suggest something you weren't expecting or want to hear but have a go and see what happens.

{Editorial note: I am personally happier possibly because of the rush of endorphins that swim gave me thus temporarily satiating my addiction! ROFL!}

Oh and as for the push-ups... humm... week 1 day 2 has not yet happened... although I may just give them a go later today.

OH and for the record - I did manage 30mins on the dreaded turbo trainer this morning! HA HA!

5 comments:

  1. This ALWAYS happens to me as well. I think something is going to absolutely horrible, I'm not going to like one bit of it, and it turns out to good. Really good LOL I'm glad it was fun ;D

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  2. Nothing like a little exercise to chase away the sulking!! Maybe that's why I haven't sulked in so long!! LOL!!!! Nicely done, Karen!!

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  3. Sounds like the swim was just what you needed. I know a good run *always* helps me out. Although when I'm feeling down, it is difficult to remind myself of that fact before my run.

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  4. Karen - re your comment - of COURSE I got a medal. My rule is to only enter the races with the Really Cool hardware :-). Mind you said medal is currently at school with my 6yr old being used for show and tell!!

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  5. Swim was a good "pick-me-up" - awesome!

    And you're already avoiding the pushups? LOL

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