By 9:00 last night, I had lost count of how many times I was asked “what’s wrong?” or “you doing ok?” or something similar to that effect..
Well, I was thirsty, so I climbed out of the pool to get a drink of water and couldn’t get back in.. and the pity party began:
I’m fat, I’m stupid, I’m lazy, I’m whiny, I’m boring, I hate my job, I hate my career choice, I have no control at work, I have no control at swim practice, I’m a bad coach, a bad worker, a bad friend and a bad wife.
At that point, I had 2 choices as I saw it — go into the locker room, stand in the shower and cry my eyes out, or get back in the water and swim.. So I swam.