What a difference a year makes

One year ago today, I wrote about my very first coached tri swim.  I still remember that day.  I was SO nervous.  I practically went into shut down mode beforehand.  Getting past that intimidation and going anyways led to me not only learning to swim better, but learning to push my barriers and believe in my ability to do more then I ever thought I could.

On Monday, we had the first session of the new year.  Rather then being terrified, I was excited.  Rather then being tightly strung, I was ready to work.  Despite swimming much faster and better then a year ago, I'm still in the "slow" lane.  The make up of the group has changed.  Less beginners.  I have no shame in being in the slow lane within a group of triathletes, many of whom are already Ironmen.  I had to laugh when Angie referred to the lane designations as the "fast lanes" over here and the "less fast lanes" on the other side.

Thank you for all the kind thoughts about Sweetpea.  She's still sick, but at least the fever is gone.  She's got a bit more energy, and the brightness is back in her eyes.  It seems like such a small thing, but the hardest part of seeing her sick was when I looked at her and her eyes were glassy and the brightness was missing.

A picture of Sweetpea from our family walk last weekend.