backstroke

16 Sep

the water was always freezing.

those early mornings, summers 7, 8, 9 . . .

the first jump in was like drowning. the warm up laps literal and necessary. and just when i thought i couldn’t take the tingling, that my lungs would turn to ice and sink,

i’d flip over to my back, crank my arms as fast as i could, and zip through the cold until it wasn’t cold any longer.

———-

the water was rougher than it let on.

just last month, summer 23 . . .

when i sought such adventure, and set out to swim the lake. one side to the other, half of half of a mile, not too far, farther than it looked. the ripples smashed my attempts to breathe easily, side to side, they knew my pattern. and just when i though i couldn’t take the abuse, that my lungs would turn down the chance for adventure,

i turned to my back, and cranked my arms as hard as i could. all sounds silenced by the waves on my ears, peacefully gliding alongside the canoe, spotting me to safety all the way home.

————-

this water is trickier than it looks.

this week, this month, today.

i dive in with hope and heart and vigor, but its deep and i’m not sure how far i can go, before i turn, face to sky, and take a breath . . .

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2 Responses to “backstroke”

  1. joshsuds September 16, 2010 at 4:32 pm #

    This brings back memories of my early mornings with the swim team when I was in elementary and middle school. Thanks for sharing!

    http://joshsuds.wordpress.com

  2. little sis September 19, 2010 at 5:27 pm #

    i love this. i know that feeling, thanks for the reflection.

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