This morning my alarm went off and I was well aware that I had only had about 6 1/2 hours of fitful sleep. I drank some Diet Coke in the evening to get me through a late work meeting, but I think it made my sleep too light.
I argued with myself for awhile about why it would be better to sleep than to get up for Masters swimming. Plus, I wouldn't have to deal with Weird Guy if I didn't swim. Ultimately, I talked myself into getting up. I reminded myself that usually I feel better as soon as I get up. Plus, there are only a few more Masters sessions left before our coach moves away, and I want to get in as many coached sessions as I can.
So I dragged myself out of bed, and even though I wasn't feeling any more awake by the time I walked from the locker room to the pool, I was there, and that's what counts. I figured if I was slow today, I could always go last, right?
As soon as I got in the water and started my warm up, I felt a million times better. Plus, Weird Guy didn't show today! I wound up swimming with the two women who my pace is closest to and we all had a great workout. We're very good at pushing one another.
Today I was able to remind myself that it's ALWAYS better to show up at the pool.