This week I swam a personal record distance. More than triple where I started this year. More than double what I was doing when I posted this in May. And a full 42% further than my most recent personal best. It took me an hour and twenty minutes. As I staggered out of the pool (that’s no exaggeration) and later sat in the locker room contemplating the dark red marks my swim fins had left on my feet I thought ‘ you are going to have to start thinking of yourself as a swimmer instead of just a swim class loser.’
I may be slow and my form may not be remotely pretty, but I still haven’t drowned.