healing waters


Granted, it’s only been three practices and a Sunday afternoon working on skills independently at Berkeley (pictured), but my return to the pool feels like a return to myself. I’m not recommitting to joining the synchro team forever and ever, but I know it’s good for me. Or better than what I’ve been doing.

There’s something about that first dive in#&151;the deafening rush of water and air as you break the surface followed by the dulled silence underneath. Supported, life doesn’t feel so heavy. My mind isn’t thinking about the upcoming workout or the preceding workday’s stress. It’s a transition between then into the now. (Sometimes made even more “now” if the water’s super chilly!)

I’m not in the same shape I used to be in. I’m not able to do the same moves. I’m learning the beginners’ routines and just trying to have fun.

4 Responses to “healing waters”

  1. Darcy Says:

    Hooray for swimming. I took advantage of the hotel pool when I was in Canada for a class last month, and it was delightful. Not too chilly either :)

  2. Anna Says:

    Inspirational, Stephen, as are your bread posts.

    I, too, enjoy swimming, and I’m spreading the love to my two boys. (My husband can’t swim, though. He runs instead. I’m dipping my toes into that arena myself.)

  3. Cece Says:

    I was all excited you were going to play water polo! I could never find an adult league in MA. Syncro is cool too though….

    ; )

  4. Danielle Says:

    I demo’ed synchro in the pond last weekend — first time doing a walkover or a ballet leg in years. Like riding a bike, that sculling.

    (PS – Tell Cece I know how to hook her up with an adult polo league in MA if she’s looking.)