When I was a kid, my little sister Amy lovingly came up with this little nickname rhyme for me: "Gayley-Whaley eating snaileys in a pailey." We laughed about it a lot. Many years later when I was all grown-up and married with kids, she presented me with this one day:
She said she couldn't resist when she saw the pail with the snail, so she added the little whale to it. I was given strict instructions that it was not for my kids to play with, so it has kept its own special place in my room since then.
Lately, in my triathlon training quest, I have been thinking about whales and snails. Whales, because, you know, that's often what I feel like in the swimming pool. :-) But more so snails, because that seems to be my pace whether running or swimming or biking -- excruciantingly S-L-O-W. I don't know how many times I get "lapped" by other swimmers at the pool and I'm running a 13-15 minute mile so you can see I am not anywhere near a Speedy Gonzales.
But you know what? I am okay with being slow. Sure, it would be great to increase my pace and perhaps little by little I will. But I am just happy that I am even moving at all. This whole exercise thing is such a new experience for me and it has been great to have some goals to work towards. I have a VERY long way to go, but I feel like I am slowly (there's that word again) making progress.
Three cheers for snails!