Hear ye, hear ye! Here is my recap β my year in swimming. Further complications affected most of my summer event plans and led to another surgery in mid-August.
This recovery went much better, and by mid-September, I was back in the pool. The unscheduled swim breaks taught me much about myself and what counts to me. Sleep counts. Not drinking counts. Stretching counts. Rotator cuff exercises count. Sculling counts. Kicking counts. Yoga counts. Red blood cell counts count. Preparation counts. Laughing counts.
Swimming friends count. My partner counts. Drills count. Half-finished blog posts count. Everything counts in large amounts. Despite my many weeks of not swimming this year, there were highlights in the water that deserve mention:. Some photographic evidence of said highlights below, other pools and lakes I swam in in Rome, Oxfordshire, St. Stay tuned. You should sign up too. HMU if you need fuel! I also make cinnamon buns.
More on that in posts to come, but everything that has counted this year will do double duty in the next. It all counts! This post has percolated for a long, long time. Months even! And not just because the name is so fucking long!
The swim was long, too. I realize that we are well into , but life happens in the meantime. And you should. I applied unsuccessfully for the swim. It hurt my feelings at the time, but with hindsight I realize that I did need to get more training and longer swims under my belt. I applied for and was thrilled and terrified to be accepted. Then a stupid pandemic happened, and it was certain that I would not travel to Switzerland that August.
