I miss the Wind.
When Valentine’s Day rolls around, I get pretty excited about those Dove Dark Chocolates with the little messages inside. They say things like, “You’re awesome!” and “You’re so awesome you don’t need to date!” and “Do something nice for yourself.” I read them, and I always feel like, “Well, I’m going to take my awesome self and go swimming now!”
Sometimes, when I’m really working on my swim stroke, I feel that most of my instructions come floating through my mind in the voices of many different coaches and in much the same packaging as those little foil wrappers with the notes inside (except I never get any chocolate).
“Keep your head down!”
“I said keep your head down!”
“Arms on tracks; don’t criss-cross over your head!”
“Nice Early Vertical Forearm!”
…But nobody sells swim advice candy hearts. It doesn’t matter if they did, because – as I’ve said previously – nothing you could ever buy can make you a better, more efficient swimmer; you have to do that.
It’s kind of funny, but I used to think that all I needed for swimming was a suit, cap and goggles. Well… and a pool. Now that we’re in the Year of the Channel, the list is so much longer. It seeps into my time and my lifestyle. It’s amazing how deliberate and thoughtful I have to be about most things. To give you an idea, here’s a glimpse at some of January’s list as I slowly pick away at it.
Every year at New Years the gym is packed with people resolving to get in shape, lose weight, or do their first athletic event. I am all for new beginnings and making changes, but let me encourage you: don’t just do those things. Don’t only strive for a weight change or a temporary achievement – become an athlete. Find a sport – no, find ALL the sports! – that you love and embrace them with all your awkward, gangly, wildly embarrassing passion and abandonment of self-preservation. Truly, reader, don’t just go to the gym, I IMPLORE you. This year, seek your inner athlete. You will have a better chance of surviving the Zombie Apocalypse.
Dear George Bailey,
This year, for Christmas, I want a pool in Rutland, VT.
I know, I know. You’re not Santa Claus. Actually, I can’t remember the last time I wrote to Santa Claus. In truth, I am not certain I ever have. But, it’s Christmas! Letter writing and list making about the things you want seems to go with the territory. As I was thinking about it, I realized that I didn’t want to write to Santa about this particular wish. It seems to me that I could really use your help, instead.
Merry Christmas all you friends, family, and readers!
I didn’t quite get around to sending out Christmas Cards this year. Okay – I never DO get around to sending out Christmas cards… BUT! I decided that if I did, these are the pictures you would get in the mail.
Thank you, one and all, for your continued encouragement, support and all the fun! I truly hope you have a wonderful Christmas, and I know that I’m definitely looking forward to a fantastic New Year!!!