So the past few weeks I've been trying to swim. This week is completely unsuccessful... on Monday, it storms, on Tuesday, it rains, on Wednesday, is storms, on Thursday, in storms. Saturday and Sunday we're supposed to be clear. Never fear, I think I can swim yet!
Saturday, I do swim. SUCCESS!!! Sunday, I wake up to swim and it says storms at noon. I get dressed, go to the pool, begin my workout ...the rain starts. It was down pouring-imagine Forrest Gump raining from below- that kind of rain.
I get out and look at the time, its only ten...the lightning and thunder start.
Here's where I get proud of myself. Instead of jumping in the car and driving home, I did aerobics under the pool shelter. I put on some jams, danced for fifteen more minutes and cooled down.
The scale might still say "fat" but my body is stronger. My mind is stronger. I am still waiting for the storm to pass but I don't give up as quickly and that's a great thing.
