I did it. This weekend I got back in the water.
For the better part of a decade when I was growing up I swam. I was a swimmer. In fact, when I turned 16 the license plate on my 1988 Isuzu Trooper said "SWMR" (yes, very cool, I know). I'd get up at 5, go to practice, go to school, and go back to practice. I constantly smelled like chlorine and sometimes my hair even turned green. I was ok. I wasn't great, never won any big championships (my Dad and brother are amazing swimmers) but I loved it and I worked pretty hard.
When I transfered to DePauw halfway through my freshman year of college I joined the swim team. That was short lived. Very short lived. I decided I enjoyed drinking and partying much more than swimming for four hours a day. So 10 years ago I quit. I did not miss it for one single second, until like a month ago.
So I'm gym shopping and testing a local gym with a pool. I got a new suit (swimming laps in my tankini is not an option), some goggles and a cap. I emailed my old coach, asked him for advice on how to get started again and yesterday I did it. I swam laps. And what's better... I loved it. I went back this morning and swam some more. It feels really good.
I forgot what a great workout it is. For some reason when I'm swimming I forget that I'm working out. Maybe it's cause I'm not sweating or maybe I'm concentrating too hard on how far I've gone or what intervals I should try and swim on. Whatever the reason, it was great.
So, here's to swimming, to swimmers, and to rediscovering an old passion.
The Best part? After 6 of us somehow consumed 9 bottles of wine last night... a morning workout was a must.