Have you seen my gills?

Huge kudos to yours truly for getting her arse outta bed after a nearly sleepless night to go swimming this am.

(side note: don't forget to notice that some Cliff Shot Blocks do have caffeine in them - I don't recommend them in the evening, even if you are affaid your weinie butt won't be able to keep up with the other triathletes on the treadmills).

I managed to crawl into the gym by 6:45. The masters swim class was still in session when I flip-flopped into the pool area. Technically a few lanes are reserved for lap swim, but they each had someone in them. There was room for me. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that I am ridiculously intimidated by all those awesome swimmers going back and forth, back and forth like sleek, mutant dolphins. I know - what a baby, right? I mean, just get the hell in there girl! They don't care. But no ... I slunk off to the hot tub to warm up for the last 10 minutes of the class. The upshot is that I got to enjoy the master coaches tirade about extending arms and turning heads and other things I didn't understand.

Finally, I snuck into the water. I'm still not really swimming yet. I'm limping down the lane with the drills our swim coach gave us Sunday. Mostly, I'm trying to figure out how to breathe - and it really stresses me out. Even now, sitting on the couch, if I try to simulate the pool breathing I vascillate between hyperventilating and breathlessness.

What I really need is a set of gills. Don't we have gills at some point during our fetal development? Why were those phased out?! Its like the big creator said "nah...lose the gills, that would make it too easy - let em learn to turn their head on every other stroke. That ought weed out the athletes from the whiners."
Damn Creator.