When the going gets tough, the tough go shopping…

…that is, after we swim.

I tried to keep myself occupied today. I started filling out my FAFSA form for Graduate school, but promptly was waylaid in that endeavor when I discovered I needed to fill out my income tax return in order to complete the FAFSA. That turned into me starting to fill out my 2007 1040A, but then I got distracted when a package arrived for me from Victoria’s Secret. I had ordered a new bikini from their clearance section since I broke the clasp on my old one. I ordered an XS thinking that it might fit me well enough.

The top was too big.

Let me tell you a few things about Victoria’s Secret. The secret is that they don’t make anything in a 32 A cup. Oh no, they don’t. And whoever said that triangle top bikinis ‘make you look like you have a full bust when you are flat chested‘ has no clue what they are talking about.

So, the trying on of the new bikini sent me into a downward spiral of depression that landed me in bed at approximately 2pm, feeling rather sorry for myself as my hip ached.

Then Andy returned from the gym, and quite literally dragged me out of bed (there was a struggle, but since Andy is stronger than me, he won). I was then dumped in the pool for what ended up being a rather enjoyable and challenging set of 50m sprints. Lucky for me my teammate Naomi is a former elite swimmer, so she emailed me some workout tips. Andy and I would do 50m and then let time pass until 2 minutes was up, then we would go again. Andy still swims faster than me, and my pathetic sprint time for 50m was a paltry 55 secs, which slowed to 58 by the last set (number 19, it was, as 40minutes seemed to be our limit for the day).

I was psyched that I managed to get my HR up in the pool, and the workout actually elevated my mood and made me feel better. I suppose the brand new Speedo that I bought on Friday contributed as well. I figured, since I was going to be spending all of my time in the pool, I might as well get another swimsuit.

After swimming, Andy then took me shopping. I wanted to see if Marshalls had anything better to offer in the non-athletic style swimsuit department (it didn’t; again, all bikini tops are too big for a 32A). But as we were wandering through the store the most gorgeous pair of shoes caught my eye. Now, I do not own a single pair of high heels, and all of my shoe purchases since 2001 have not deviated from the following 4 categories:

running shoes, cycling shoes, soccer sandals, Dansko clogs

I am a very practical budget minded person who would never dream of spending hard earned money on something as frivolous as a pair of satin Steve Madden open toe high heels.

Fortunately for me, Andy has no issue with making such a purchase. He asked if I wanted them, and what was a girl to say?

I can now add the following to my collection: