My brain never clicks off when I swim. Some of the time I'm assessing my technique -- goading myself at times. Some of the time I'm contemplating soulful matters and some of the time it is the sunlight on the water that reflects a little bird that sits on the roof. I had a great and exuberant accomplishment in the pool this morning. I was stroking around before aqua aerobics class. My front crawl felt good and smooth. When I reached the wall I tucked my legs and kept my head down and turned at the wall and began the swim back. I came up calmly when I’d made the turn and continued to breathe evenly. The next breath was a little anxious when I realized what I’d done. I had finally conquered the tizzy of panic that hits when I hit the wall at the end of the lane. I almost always pull up to take a safe breath for the swim back down the lane. This time I had the confidence and the strength to make the turn and take the breath in rhythm. My muscles behaved with assurance. There was no question of inability. It made me feel good that I did something I’d not been able to do before.
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