I wasn't in the best of moods when I arrived at the gym. I was tired after the first day back at work after the long weekend. I really wanted to just go home from work but I had packed my swim bag and put it in the car last night. Apparently that strategy worked...this time.
I did a little warm up - a few 25s, 50 with a kickboard. It was at this point while I was catching my breath at the wall that the man in the next lane pointed out the moon. It was almost full - just a little sliver missing - and it was such a clear night that we had a spectacular view of it from up on the hill.
|It looked something like this.|
I set off for another 25. I got to the wall and instead of stopping, I turned around and kept going. Usually about halfway back I run out breath and need to stop or switch to a different stroke. But tonight it was like magic. I just kept going. Before I knew it, I was at the wall. I had done 50 yards of freestyle without stopping.
I must have had a look of shock on my face. As I hung there catching my breath, I decided I would try it again to see if it was a fluke. It wasn't. So I thought I'd go again, just to be absolutely sure. I am now absolutely sure.
I did 50 yards of freestyle without stopping tonight...not once, not twice, but three times!!! I guess that means I can really do this!
It is so nice to finally have some measurable progress in my swimming. I know 50 yards doesn't seem like much, but for someone who couldn't really swim just a few months ago 50 yards is huge. HUGE!