Swim, swim, swim!

Yes, swimming.  Yuck, but also yay!  I was happy to get back to the pool today, because it meant my routine was getting back to “normal.”  Even went to the lake yesterday, and as much as it sucked to carefully pull on the wetsuit…it was “good” to be out there again.  I was happy to notice that I didn't deteriorate quite as badly as I had feared, and I kind of felt like I remembered what to do!  I was so worried.  I'm still the slowest swimmer on the planet (I guess when you're that slow, it's hard to slow down even more), but it could have been worse.

The skin is healing very well—I was just a dummy, and managed to sunburn my new skin!  My shoulder is now bright red.  Aside from the fact that now I’ll probably be all scarred for a while, it just plain hurts!  Swimming hurt, just because I could feel the poor skin breaking every time I took a stroke.  Oh well, not much I can do about that (other than obsessively slather every ointment known to man on it).

I also got to bike and run this weekend—both “short” considering they were “long” days, but honestly it was fine.  I am feeling much better on the bike, and a little better running.  My biggest problem on the bike is going to be mental, I know.  Every slight decline is terrifying.  Oh well.  I am also working on getting a chiropractor scheduled this week (need to call again), since my neck still hurts and keeps making weird popping noises.  That plus a massage will hopefully sort out my back, so that I can really get back to running better.

Patience, Rosanne…