It was 6:30am and there was just me and two rubber duckies in the pool.
Apparently Monday, January 2nd at the crack of dawn is not a popular time to swim. I thought there might be a slew of new years resolution swimmers but I had the entire pool to myself - well except for the two little yellow ducks floating in the lane beside me. Leftover from the family swim the day before I expect.
Three lifeguards were there in case I ran into some serious trouble. No pressure at all as three pairs of eyes watched me swim back and forth and back and forth.
I let myself sleep in until 6am because, well, because I was tired and I am on vacation after all. Thirty minutes is thirty minutes.
I woke up with a blood sugar of 7.4 so I didn't eat anything. I just pulled on my bathing suit, my warm fuzzy sweatshirt and comfy pants and padded over to the pool. When I got there and found myself alone I figured I had better look lively.
I swam the first twenty lengths and struggled a lot with my energy and my breathing. It dawned on me after a while that perhaps my iron is low. I struggle with low iron and one of my tricks is to make a breakfast shake every day with Vega powder. It's pretty high in iron and helps keep me in a good range. I haven't had my shake once since my vacation started. Instead, I've been enjoying my Dorset cereal with a banana and a ridiculous amount of pomegranate seeds on top. It's super tasty but not exactly iron rich. Other than the steak I had the night before, I haven't eaten much red meat in the past few weeks either. Or spinach. Or cream of wheat. Uh oh.
I told myself to take an iron pill when I got home and, in the meantime, suck it up.
Twenty more lengths and my energy seemed to pick up and my breathing seemed to settle.
When I hit 76 lengths (I remember it being that exact number) I realized that I wasn't quite ready to stop yet. I had a bit more left in me. Plus, not having to work this week, I also had a bit more time.
So apparently this was the day I was going to try my hand at swimming 2.5k (100 lengths).
I swam 82. Felt ok. 84 - still good. 86 - still good? By 88 I was fading. Thankfully I don't really like the number 9. So the thought of swimming any number of lengths beginning with a 9 was not appealing. It was going to be 88 or 100.
Being the stubborn lass that I am I carried on. It wasn't elegant but I did manage to swim all 100 lengths of the pool. In exactly one hour.
I was pretty exhausted by the end and was wishing that I had eaten a few dates and taken some insulin before my swim. The blood sugar was ok (9.3) but I was starving.
Those rubber duckies were looking pretty tasty...