The “kid” still got it. Swam 36 laps this afternoon, the first time I’ve exercised in four months.
What? It’s been four months since I been to LA Fitness? Four months since I hit the Olympic size pool, take in the whirlpool, as well as spend time in the sauna? Actually, spent more than 15 minutes in the sauna to get rid of all the “toxins” people tell me I need to get out of my system.
Well, a doctor advised me not to swim when I got the detached retina in January. In addition, I had skipped the three-times a week water aerobics when I committed to writing at least one post a day for 30 days sometime in December, 2009. I know, it sounds like excuses. But, I ain’t lyin.’
And, if I have my way, I’ll continue to swim on a regular basis. Why? Because I told a Veterans’ Hospital nutritionist I would meet her and discuss my bad eating habits and lack of exercise. That’s 10 days from today. The least I can do is to say I got back on track. Tell the truth. And mean it.
Now, I met a woman in the pool named Linda and I am going to challenge her to swim with me the next eight weeks. She’s retired. Was a Latin teacher. Wants to lose weight just like me and half the population of America. She’s a care-giver, and if I know anything about caregiver burnout, her family needs to let her “go out” for her own mental health, if they “care” for nothing else.
I will appear at the Roxborough gym (Philadelphia, PA) at 12:15 pm every Monday through June, unless Fate calls me to visit India sooner than expected. You got that my friends in the Universe? I’ll be swimming a half mile each time I show up, and try to memorize the phone number for “911,” should I need someone to get me out of trouble with my ticker or high blood pressure.
Will swim “over-hand” at least four of the 36 laps, and go non-stop unless an ear-plug pops out like it did before, causing me to search the entire length of the pool, eventually finding it drifting near the edge. Non-stop swimming gets my heart-rate going extra strong. I usually tire after two or three initial laps, but find that an extra “wind” starts to kick in around lap number eight, and I’m good to go until I get up to 20. By then, I figure I’ve invested so much of my time into this exercise, that I can’t give up now. Only 16 more to go. And then 10, six and finally that last one, when I go “all out,” swimming with gusto, breathing from side to side, looking toward the hot, steamy whirlpool at the side of the pool that’s beckoning to ease my soreness and let me melt in the seated position, head bowed in exhaustion and surrender to the moment. No thoughts. No emotions. Just catching up with my breath. Focusing on my breath. In and out. Counting to 20. And reaching that state of “nothingness” that extinguishes all desires, fears and . . .
Well, just take a dip and see what I mean. You’ll have nothing to lose but a sluggish metabolism. And a few extra breaths.