August 17, 2012

The Joy of ...

Not me.

Swimming.

It's been two years now since I got back in the water. I did it because I simply wanted to see how fast I could swim at age 50 after having taken 30 years off from competitive swimming. I thought I could very likely swim just one race and quit again. That might be it for me.

Don't let my crazy quest stop you from reading on. 

Luckily, this isn't a post about competitive swimming!

When I first got back in the pool my experience pretty much went like this:

"God am I out of shape.
I can hardly hoist my sorry ass out of the pool.
I hate this, I am so weak. 
My arms are sore.
I haven't done anything with them but pick up babies for 30 years."

"No, this is good, maybe my arms won't do that annoying jiggle anymore when I run to the mailbox."

So I kept swimming, adding on more lengths each week. 

Slowly I grew stronger.

Soon I started to get lost in the water, lost in thought, lost in the underwater oasis.

I was no longer aware of the pain, or how far I had gone.
I felt better. 
Swimming was stretching me out, and calming me down.

It became a new place to realign. To figure life out. 


But here is what I didn't realize until just recently:

Swimming is kind of like having a massage. The water is constantly touching us everywhere, caressing us, swirling around us. 

It feels so good. It chills us out.

No wonder why we can never get kids out of the pool!

Also not me :-)
No wonder why babies love water.

And why we all love baths.

No wonder why my 90 year old mom has recently worked her way up to swimming 24 lengths, and counting :-)

Swimming is my annex, but it is also, 

a bit of heaven.



9 comments:

  1. No wonder why my 90 year old mom has recently worked her way up to swimming 24 lengths, and counting :-)

    BRAVO MAMA GRACEFUL! wow, that is inspiring. My own grandmother (remember she was in the photo of my guest post) also swore by swimming and until she moved into assisted living (at age 87) without access to a pool, she swam 3 times/week.

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  2. Water brings me shelter and peace when I am frightened. Thank you for the lovely blog on it's graceful arms!

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  3. Swimming isn't my thing, but your mother makes me ask myself, "If she can why can't I?" Maybe not swimming, but something!

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  4. Louise,

    I love how swimming affects you and your soul!
    You are a beauty through and through!

    Your 90 year old mother swimming "24 lengths, and counting" is beyond inspirational and speaks volumes of where you came from:)

    All so beautiful!

    XOXO

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  5. Thank you for your comments. I love that your grandmother swam Kim and that my mom getting back in the pool is inspiring to more than just me.

    "Water brings me shelter and peace when I am frightened," so perfectly said Lynn.

    I remember when my Dad died that one of the places I would go to mourn, besides the car, was the shower. There is something very soothing about crying in water.

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  6. So why did my eyes well up when I read this?! Besides the fact that this is such a beautifully written post, Lou...it reminds me of what swimming and water have done for me my whole entire life. And why I'm digging deep into finding a Masters Swim Team. The main connection that brought you and I together...soul-swim sisters. It's all coming back to me now, and reading this just hit my soul...hard! Those unconscious buttons that have been laying dormant for way too long.

    Thank you, dear friend, for being you. Yes, you are a product of your mom...and dad. But you are just YOU too, and I love you for it! Looking forward to wearing my blue suit and taking the plunge! I hope we meet at a meet sometime:)

    Love you Lou.

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  7. Oh thank you dear heart, blue suit. This means a lot coming from you. I love that you are going to swim! I want everyone to do it. I can't wait to hear about your experience and meet you at a meet. Love you too Cyn, very, very much.

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    1. Maybe...when we meet at a meet, we can sneak off and enjoy some of that delish energy meal creation of yours. French onion to follow later...:)xoxo

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  8. I love water..am 33yrs old. ..and just started learning to swim.very inspirational....will learn with out quitting.

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