Tonight it’s 20 minutes swimming and 25 minutes running.
These are the times at which I start to get a little nervous. I’ll do fine and all, but you start giving me 30 min of an exercise (my first 30 min swim is next week) and 20-30 of something else, and… whew. It’s the anticipation that will cripple you.
So, um, I’m just not thinking about it?
Or thinking about the last 8 weeks?
I may have some hiccups with insulin adjustments next week when the times get longer. I’m just forgiving myself for those now, cause I know that leveling is going to be really frustrating.
Onward and tra la and all that.