I feel like it's the first day of class at a new school: tonight we go to our first swim practice with the new team. I gave in last week and swam with the old team, clocking 11,300 yards--and let me just say that almost 50% of that was on Saturday morning. And that I took a big nap on Saturday afternoon. And that I could not lift my arms Saturday evening. And that I slept like a baby Saturday night.
But last week I was kind of kidding myself, pretending I could stick it out with the old team, which I love. This week reality returns.
Will my new teacher be nice or mean? Will we have a lot of homework on the first day? Will I make friends with the new kids?