It is amazing how the times in my life when I do things that feel, on the surface, like such radical, "crazy" things to do and that break so completely from "the norm" or the way things are traditionally done that God makes it so very clear to me when I am actually doing what He had in mind all along. It was that way when we started talking about homeschooling twenty-some years ago. At first it was, "Are we crazy?" Then it was, "Maybe we are crazy but it's what He wants from us." I don't usually get "religious" on a public blog like this but that is huge in this. I would never have had the nerve to do something that goes against all conventional wisdom and feel so completely at peace about it. I was actually really shocked when my son said, "This just feels natural; like it's what we are meant to be doing." MY son! Cameron! The uber carnivore, pop chugging, fatalistic guy actually said that! Well, the homeschooling turned out to be one of the biggest blessings of my life so here's hoping....:)
So, the swimming. I hadn't gone in a long time and I am so weak and so in pain that I have been afraid to even try. By the time I have dressed for the public, I am worn out. Rest a bit. Make my way to the car, worn out. Getting into the building and dressed for swimming, so worn out that I was afraid I would embarrass myself by falling before I could hit the water. Step into the water and... I can move without pain!! Five minutes later, I can conquer the world!!! I can't explain how water affects me. I have been that way since I was a little kid. I joke that I must be descended of Poseiden because of the affect it has on me. I only stayed in for about 20 minutes because I had to go get my supplies (juicer, food etc) and I would have to shower and dress before that, but that was the nicest 20 minutes I've spent in weeks. I'm back to being lucky to complete one lap without stopping but that will change. I promised the girls we would go at least 3 times a week. I can't wait to get back to being able to swim 20-30 laps like I could a few years ago. I have to say it was kind of satisfying to watch the lean, athletic looking swimmers see me lumbering in, obviously in pain and debilitated and then when getting out they'd look at me differently or even sometimes say, "You are a good swimmer!" Why yes. Yes I am;o)
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