Saturday, August 20, 2011

a mile

These days all I want to do is swim. I don't know what happened. I've always liked swimming. But now, I just want to live in the pool.

When I got back from the triathlon, I bought a pass at the local outdoor pool. Just for a month. I felt frantic to swim outside. It's a 50 meter pool. It's long. I usually swim in a 25 yard pool. When I was in high school, on swim team—I hated 50 meter pools. I felt like I was swimming a mile every time I swam a length.

But not any more.
I get in that water, and I'm in love with those 50 meters. I feel like I'm swimming for days and days. Then I flip-turn and do it again. Everything slows down—except my arms & my legs. And then I'm in love with the fact that I have a body. And it's designed to move even in water. I feel so gigantically lucky.

Today I swam a mile.

I think the 50 meter pool is saving my soul.


  1. i think you're saving my soul.

  2. oh I love to swim too! you really can feel each part of your body when you're in water--even your hairs!

    and it makes movement so elegant.


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