somewhere around the time we moved last year, when the winter was at its darkest and coldest, just before i discovered that i was harboring twins inside me, i stopped going to swim. so after a year hiatus from my illustrious swimming career, i dove back into the pool yesterday for the first time.
not gonna lie: it kicked my ass. i have aerobic endurance. what i don't have is one ounce of strength in my arms. but today i dragged myself back to the pool and signed myself up for the torture again.
i am so happy to be back in the pool (minus the heinous sunburn. note to self: don't forget sunscreen). today i took a step toward accountability and commitment for the next eight months of swimming; i spoke out loud to one of my coaches a personal goal. in telling her what i want to accomplish, i now have someone to help me in my journey.
so sometime between now and february 21, 2012, i will swim in a swim meet.
this might not seem like a big deal to anyone else, but i have never been a good swimmer. i swam because it was fun, because my family did it and because it was good for me. for the first time i am choosing to participate in a swim competition to prove to myself that i can. i have also set a time goal for one of the events and i am excited to work toward that goal.
i have high hopes for my health and weight goals. i am proud that a year after slinking away from the pool, i have returned unashamedly and declared that i will accomplish something.