When the weather gets cold I stop riding my bike outside. I'm wimpy like that. I don't even ride my three speed to the post office even though it is only two miles away. My husband will pull on booties and a balaclava and ride in winds that make snot freeze. Great visual, right? Not me. I used to head to the gym and ride or use the rowing machines and hold my breath so that the germs couldn't get me. But, that's almost 5 months of unhappy exercise.
Then, ironically, in the heat of the summer, I started to swim. The pool did not love me at first, but I loved it anyway. Both my husband and son swam competitively while I spent years on the sidelines, but no more.
The first few weeks were difficult. I knew how to swim, but couldn't get the right rhythm in my stroke to breathe and keep going for more than a few laps. And then one day, it just clicked while I wasn't even thing about it.
When was the last time you tried to master something new?
For me swimming has become more than keeping fit. It's a metaphor for so many things and it it is mine alone to both revere and master. When I am underwater I am lighter than air. I can now swim a half mile ( that's 36 laps in an indoor pool) a day. Sometimes, I drift off in thought though, and lose count.
My friend Janell said she admired my commitment to exercise, but it's not that exactly. It's a commitment to me and the life I try to lead. It's not always easy and when my still damp hair literally froze on the way back to my car on Monday I had second thoughts. But, I knew I'd go back tomorrow.
Put another marshmallow in your hot chocolate and kiss the ones you love,xoSherry