As I opened the door to the shower room off the club’s swimming pool, I knew I was home. The first thing to reach me was that chlorine/apple like combination scent and the warm but not oppressive air. It had been over two years since I’d last gone through these doors, and the familiarity struck me immediately. Money had been a very small part of the issue really. I know I let my migraines rule the roost and dictate what I couldn’t do more than what I could. Not that they still don’t have the upper hand, but they don’t always get to have the winning hand.
The pool was surprisingly empty. One woman softly slapped laps, her cupped hands hitting the water with a smooth consistency as she did the “American crawl”. Another older man did a slow but steady breast stroke as I took my place in a lane near the wall. I know I wore a goofy grin as I began waving the water away from me in my own version of the breast stroke. Why have I kept myself from doing something I love so much?
In the water, as always, I am free. It reminds me of the times I was little and could spend hours in the salty Long Island Sound. I’d go underwater like a mermaid, peering at the greenish glow of the water in the sunlight, casting aside seaweed. The pool at the local club is part saltwater too.
As I swam for a good half hour, I felt buoyant. When I started at the club a few years ago, it took me forever to get my stamina up. All I could do was a half lap of the crawl and a few other strokes. Today, I did eight of the crawl and never felt out of breath. Then again, I am about thirty pounds lighter than I was at that point. I hope getting in a swimming routine will help a stagnant weight loss program move along in the right direction. Down!
A migraine has bored itself into my brain again tonight, but it won’t discourage me from returning to the pool as early as tomorrow. It might stop me temporarily, but I’m going to do this. I need to do this. The Pisces in me feels most at home in the water. I can’t wait until I’m able to slap the water rhythmically as I swim continuous laps just like the woman at the pool today. My time is coming, and in fact it arrived today in a shimmer of blue and a whiff of warm chlorine-apple scent.