This morning marked a dangerous new start for me. In my quest to conquer the elephant in my closet, and with the help of my awesome wife, I went swimming.
Yes, me, in a pool, in public. That last bit was actually the hardest part of the whole thing.
We were only in the pool for about 15-20 minutes, doing gentle laps from one end to the other and back again (gentle means we weren’t racing, just moving the whole time, at whatever speed that meant).
I am presently very sore. Also, feeling like I can’t wait to get back in and do it again, which is a great feeling. Sadly, I discovered as I went under the water today, I am not the lost son of Neptune. In fact, my memories of swimming stroke after stroke from *cough* 20ish years ago did not live up to reality either – this older body just isn’t used to that level of punishment.
For now.
