just returned home from an early morning swim. on non dialysis days, i get up at 5 am. head to the gym. since i'm still healing from a toe fracture, i've been swimming only. no machine circuits and no biking for the time being. i stay in the pool for about an hour in a half. swimming laps back and forth the entire time. resting for a few seconds in between. then whirlpool, shower, steam, shower, steam. moisturize.

[there was a time when i was repulsed at the idea of utilizing public wet facilities. but a near death experience can rid one of possible ocd proclivities and promote fearless and mindful living]

remember, i had my first swim lesson last summer. a stranger surprised me with this paid lesson. i guess this unknown person witnessed my efforts in the pool.

i would try to do what i read in swim books and viewed on youtube, as lessons were unaffordable then and now. from that one lesson though, plus another surprise lesson i've practiced technique each time i was privileged the opportunity.

minor health setbacks kept me out of the pool longer than i would have liked. but once wellness resurfaced i was back in the pool as soon as possible. i feel so free.

today, i was so happy. so proud of what i've accomplished thus far in the water. i'm rambling. time for a nap.

my comfort level is remarkable. for the longest i could not comprehend the breathing while swimming. everything about breathing while kicking, while this, while that was so complicated, yet i was determined.

and today, i must say. my determination paid off. "I'M SWIMMING!"