Limitless

The parking lot was sparsely populated with random clumps of cars huddled together, basking in the sun.  In my heart, I felt a buoyant hope bobble on the surface of my deep.  Maybe, just maybe… I could have the pool all to myself.

A sunny Saturday afternoon, people were probably doing anything but thinking of being inside.  Preparing themselves for winter with outdoor activities, or playing or hiking or running.  Something.  Anything.

Somewhere between the entrance to the YMCA and the door out of the locker room into the aquatic center, a familiar transformation took place and not just with my attire.  People always ask me how I could swim laps for so long.  How could I do it?  What did I think about?

Isn’t it… boring?

Words often get stuck somewhere between the language my heart speaks and the words in which my mind thinks.  I never quite know how to answer.

Read more

The Cure

Isak Dinesen said, “The cure for anything is saltwater – sweat, tears, or the sea.”  When I got home last Thursday and heard the news of Suzanne’s death, I latched onto that phrase in my mind and drew from its soft, hollow hope.  My heart hurt with a tangible ache, a pain I could point to, and the tears that accompanied it into the next day were not something I expected.

You didn’t know her all that well,  I told myself.  You only met her a handful of times.

Read more

Underdog: A Glimpse at My Hazardous, Impractical, and Scattered Training Schedule

Early morning take me over
Father, father, father
Take me to the top
Early morning wake me up
Father, father, father
This is not enough

Hey, that sounds like my luck
I get the short end of it
Oh I love to be
I love to be the underdog.
Hey, that sounds like my luck
I get the short end of it
Oh I love to be
I love to be the underdog.

  – Imagine Dragons, Underdog

People have asked me about my training schedule.

I ask myself this very same question… every week.

Read more