It's almost a month and I'm a bit devastated--my viral infection put my swimming lessons to a ridiculous halt. Logically, I know that my health comes first but my ego says fuck this shit. How the hell am I going to learn how to swim if I cannot even attend lessons.
My first two lessons made me feel just a tad bit hopeful but my bronchitis is got me all around screwed up. Let's not forget loves: I'm training for the North Face Endurance Challenge 50K...a goddamn trail ultra marathon. I'm 12 weeks away and my lungs are inflamed. What in the entire FUCK! In short, I'm frustrated. Scared. Depressed. Exceptionally worried. What am I going to do?
If you entertain something long enough, you will find yourself dancing with the opportunity. This happens to be my testament to most things over the course of five years. Just a few weeks ago, I laid out the laundry list of bat shit adventures that I've participated in just because I wanted to face a fear. Well, fuck me because I find myself going hard in the wet paint this time: I want to face my fear of swimming by training for my first triathlon. And you know what...I am creating a dedicated space to document my six month journey from being a half dead goldfish who would drown in water (SHUT UP...don't correct me) to becoming a shark in my first triathlon.