Typingelbow

I went swimming this weekend, for the first time since the wedding. I eased into the cold pool and my goosebumps gradually faded as I kept moving. No one else wanted to swim in the chilly water, especially since the October winds were blowing.

But I couldn't pass up the chance to flip and curl and swish underwater. At first, I could barely swim half the distance of the pool without surfacing, gasping for air. But after several hours of playing, one breath was enough to take me the length of the pool underwater. It's so peaceful to swim to the bottom of the deep end, turn over on my back and look up at the sky. I hold my nose so I can stay down there longer. When my air is gone, I crouch on the blue pool floor and leap toward the surface.

Underwater, I feel slender and graceful. I can stretch in any direction or just float with my head back and arms out. The fish have got it good.