back in the water: day 1.

I haven’t really set foot in a pool since before being injured.  I’m not sure if it was fear or if it was something else keeping me from there, but getting back in felt like home.

I was swimming comfortably at 5 and on a competitive swim team by 6.  I made it to State by 10 and the future was looking bright.  I remember how it all used to come so easy.  One of the few things in life I was actually good at and probably one of the only things I didn’t have to think about.  I was like Nike, I just did it.

Now that I’ve been struggling to get back in shape I’ve needed ways to keep me interested, and nothing really seemed to be a good fit.  My mind always drifted back to swimming:  Maybe I could? Nah, that’s a stupid idea.  Suffice to say, I talked myself out of it on numerous occassions.

With this latest push of laziness, I decided to do what I’d been talking myself out of, and today was the day.  I was really nervous but excited at the same time.  I jumped it, and it felt great.  I swam my first 50 and it was okay, 75 not too bad, 100 I’m dying and out of breath.  I took a 2 minute breather and did it all over again… and again… and again… and again.

It was not how I remembered – there was definitely some serious effort involved, but still very exciting.  My body is screaming at me as I type this, but I haven’t felt this good in a long time.  I’m going to keep track of my progress and let y’all know if I get back to where I once was… or not.  lol.

~ by coco on July 22, 2008.