Thursday, May 10, 2012
Those of you who know me know that swimming is one of my great loves in life. Seizures ripped that love away from me. No more swimming with my family in the lake, no more wakeboarding, no more swimming laps... The possibility of drowning is just to great when seizures aren't under control. Painful, but understandable. After 2 years of being seizure free, I hit the water Tuesday. Putting on my suit, cap, and goggles filled me with so much anticipation! I dove into the water and a sense of peace washed over me. As I swam, looking at the black line along the bottom of the pool, hitting the wall and kicking off, I remembered why I loved it so much. The sound of the water, the solitude, the feeling of my arms running through the water, even sucking wind at the end of a few laps...it all made me feel like another small part of me had returned. I left the pool, got into my car, and cried. Baby steps. I will overcome.