Hey, hey. How’s your Friday going?
I MADE IT TO THE POOL. My buddy was not very thrilled that I dragged him to the gym. Sorry, Dad. But we made it, and we swam about 650 yards. I think 650 is my new current ‘normal’ – 900 yards is just too far these days. I’m still pretty proud of 650, though.
While swimming, I was thinking about how much I’ve fallen in love with the activity. When I first started this blog four years ago, I had never swam for fitness, ever. After a few years, I wanted to do a triathlon, so I taught myself how to swim freestyle by watching YouTube videos and getting a friend who was an accomplished swimmer to give me some real-life pointers. I sucked at swimming at first. My form was terrible, and I found it to be very grueling physically. I couldn’t swim more than two or three laps without needed a long, long break, despite being in pretty good cardiovascular shape. But I didn’t give up. And then… one day… it kind of just clicked. I figured out how to swim!
Of course, then I did my first triathlon… and had a nasty panic attack in the lake and quit the race. It took me over a year to get over the horror of open water swimming, and when I tried again, I had another terrible panic attack in the lake, but I trudged on. I didn’t want to quit. And slowly but surely, I figured out lake swimming. And now swimming – whether in the pool or the lake – is one of my favorite things to do, period.
In hindsight, I am so glad that I have swimming now. Not only is it the only exercise (besides walking) that I can comfortably do at 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant, but it’s really fun (when is pretending to be a mermaid NOT fun? <—yes, I do this). And it’s refreshing and invigorating. It makes me feel so good – never drained.
I’m not just swimming because I can’t run or bike or spin. It’s not my second place sport. Swimming isn’t my back-up. It’s my favorite sport. I’m glad I gave it a few chances. Just because it wasn’t love at first stroke doesn’t mean it’s not meant to be.
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