Contrary to popular opinion, I can swim.
I actually took snorkeling lessons in 3rd grade and was utterly “into” SCUBA-diving. I loved the water.
However, I got awfully used to having swim fins, a buoyancy compensator, and a mask on. Read: I got lazy. Free swimming just didn’t interest me, so I never learned to swim properly: diving, the basic 4 strokes, etc.
So, serendipity arrived this new year when Maria’s PT announced that she needed to work-out, every day and that she needed to swim.
For the past two mornings, I’ve risen before 6am to take my daughter to our local parks and rec facility to swim. It’s been great, but my whole body aches in a way only an atrophied 36-year-old can. It’s not one specific joint; it’s much of my chest and legs.
But hey, it’s something. Since changing my brain chemistry, I’m up 10 pounds. I’m up an unbelievable 45 pounds since summer 2012, and I feel every ounce of it.