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swimming slow as a turtle

    This evening I joined my Masters Swim group to work on distance swimming.

    Sadly, I  admit that I swim in the slow lane, and tonight I shared a lane with a woman who’s five months pregnant.  I’m also sad to report that she swam faster than me … ;-( … even when I was wearing fins.  That’s just pathetic!

    Halfway through the workout I started thinking that the swimming portion of the Ironman is 2.4 miles, and then I wondered how in the world I’d accomplish that for I could barely breath after swimming 1000 meters. Thankfully, happily, I was in the shallow end, which let me stand up and hold onto the side of the pool when needed, and yes, I took a few breaks tonight.

    Then I started thinking about the fact that when swimming the Ironman there’s nothing to hold onto. It’s sink or swim, literally.

    Freaking out is not acceptable, so  I started focusing on my motto, “Every stoke matters”, and with each stroke I’ll get stronger, unlike those who suffer from a real stroke.  For them I’ll swim.

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