It was a Pbttttth week. First my knee felt weird. I poked at it suspiciously. I bailed on the track workout I had planned and did something easier instead. Then Tuesday I didn’t get any sleep. None. It was a late night to begin with and then I just stared at the clock. “10pm I should be in bed. 12:30am I am so wound up I’m never going to sleep. 2 am, I’m going to fall asleep now. 3 am, I give up. 4 am, I can get an hour of sleep now. It’ll be like a nap. 4:40am nope, might as well make eggs for breakfast.” So Wednesday’s workout was shot. Thursday I ended up working all day. Like 8am to 9pm – with only short breaks between things. Maybe I could have squeezed some lifting in – but at this point I had thrown in the towel on the week. But Friday I redeemed myself. I. Did. My. Workout. YES!!!! I have a great record of not doing long swims on my own. I have made workouts and then talked myself out of it. “Eh, that’s a bad set. I’m bored, that’s enough.” So this time…. I designed my workout based on one I coach for the Masters Swim Practice. Then I laminated the workout. I got a special dry erase crayon. I told people I was going to do it. And I did it! I was so proud. Which is good because Saturday morning I was pinned to my bed. Sleep weighed me down so heavily it felt impossible to get up. Sometimes things don’t go as planned. I got only one solid workout in this week. The rest were kinda “Meh.” Sometimes one good one is enough. There will be others.