I am officially a swimming train wreck. After working out this morning, I hit the pool for 45 mins to practice underswitching. My breathing is so horrid that I can't swim 1 length without getting winded and I'm IN shape. The good news is I know exactly what I'm doing wrong. So, it's only a matter of time until I get it. Nothing worthwhile comes easy, right? I mentioned to the lifeguard that soon I'll look back and laugh about how lame I was. That's because I'm determined to improve, and therefore, I will.
I kept my 5th appointment with the chiropractor today and he basically waved the white flag and suggested I get an MRI. Not sure if I'll go through with that. I did, however, see Susanne this afternoon. Susanne is a Bavarian woman that does Rolfing and other modalities that resemble deep tissue massage but it's designed to open neurological pathways to allow the body to heal itself. At this point, I'll try freakin' electroshock therapy if it helps.
Last night, I told my Dad how interesting I find it to want to heal badly enough so I can go kick my butt 15-20 hrs a week for the next 9 months, while there are scores of people that don't do anything to improve their fitness and countless others that want to do something but don't take meaningful action to get there. Instead, they'd rather pop a pill or go on crash diets. Sorry, I just don't get it.
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