I love swimming.
I hate running.
I think my main exercise for the summer is determined.
I love swimming (as previously stated). On Thursday I put on a bathing suit for the first time since Jonah was born. No worries, I will not post a picture. Believe me, it wasn't pretty. It wasn't the worst thing I have ever seen in a bathing suit, but it was not what I wanted to see in the mirror.
better than a dude in a speedo
better than the 60-yr-old woman who still thinks she can rock a bikini
better than a 7-yr-old wearing a padded triangle top
My favorite part of swimming laps is how free I feel. Practically weightless in the water, hovering there in the pale blue brilliance.
I especially like when I cross the threshold from the shallow end to the deep.
It's like being suspended.
This is what I think about while I slice back and forth between the walls. I also organize my thoughts, reassess my priorities, all sorts of things.