After last year with the knee and the stupid frakking blood clot, I didn't have confidence I'd get back to the speeds and lap counts I was used to (not that the speed was fast but it was something better than the craptacular sprints I clocked for the last 10 months). But since it was really the only exercise that wasn't painful and was fun at the same time, I kept going. It only took a full year but we are back in fighting form.
I only blab this to talk about the nice compliment I received after class tonight."How long have you been swimming"
"Five years with Donald"
"You're so good at it. You look so graceful. You make it look so easy"
Floored, I was. It's been a rough time in the water for me for all the reasons stated previously and I've been pretty discouraged so this little present from the universe was exactly what I needed after the meltdown I'd had this morning.
So thanks Universe, you always know how to help a gal keep pressing on.
I love swimming. More than anything.
