I had swim lessons on Wednesday, and I think these were the worst yet. She started teaching me flip kicks, and I had a full-on panic attack in the water. She was really cool about it, and I still got 15 laps in that day, but definitely more spaced out, a chunk before and chunk after the attack. It kinda sucked, though. And then yesterday I was still so rattled from that and the accompanying nightmares that I gave myself a day off.
Today I was going to go for a run, but John brought Trent over and we went for a two hour hike. I'm going to call that good since I'm pretty wiped out.
Not a bad week, really. Last week was maybe a bit better, but I'm still happy with my efforts this week.
The Almighty Liz