Just keep swimming

Last night was my first night back at the gym since contracting the plague last Wednesday.  Sad to say, all I did was swim for a bit.  I only made it a half an hour before my little iPod died, and went that went, so did my motivation.  When I have music on I can ignore the fact that everyone can see me in a swim suit and that I swim like a 5 year old.  But without it...  I just don't have the mental barrier anymore.  I was thinking about changing into my normal workout clothes and hitting the stair master, but one of the clubs (the club I normally go to) has been closed for renovations and the club I hit up last night is the closest one, so it looks  like it got all of the "homeless" athletes.  It was packed!  It was difficult to walk around even!  I decided to call it a night and not push things too quickly.  But at least I got active again.  The first step is the hardest :)