Shaking off the dust
A little more than eight months have passed since my last post. I don't need to tell you that that is an eternity in this day and age.
I considered shutting down Roets Uprooted. Too much has happened and I did not know where to start. Do I leave an eight month gap or go back in history? Did I even have the energy to do so? All I knew was that the title of this blog has never been more apt. So here I am. Redesigned header. Life reconstruction in progress. Reboot.
But before I begin to review the 262 days passed, and the elucidation of the latest uprooting, I thought I'd start with yesterday.
Last year I wanted to complete a 3km open water swim before I turned 30. I wanted to do many things before I turned 30. I did not achieve all those goals, including swimming 3000m (that's 120 laps in a 25m gym pool). Yesterday I succeeded. I swam 3km in 1:06:48. And it was fun!
I was terrified. I did not want to be that person that gets taken to shore in the lifeguard raft. I did not want to fail. But I knew if I did not get my anxiety under control, I would suffer, and it would be an unpleasant experience. It sounds a bit like a pinterest quote.
|Image courtesy of someone on Pinterest. Quote courtesy of Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, but you knew that right?|
So, I breathed slowly, I swam at a steady and relaxed pace. I kept repeating my coach's words: "keep your stroke long" and "keep something in the tank for at the end". I swam and I though about things. Random thoughts. This blog. My stroke. Music. I am titaaaaniiiium. Praying. Keep calm. Why is this guy swimming so erratic? The water is nice. Sore shoulder. Adjust stroke. How many people are behind me? Praying. What am I going to wear tonight? How much do I have left in my 'tank'? Can my mom see me? Kick. Kick. Kick. The Midmar is 21 days away.
Perhaps the best way to start shaking the dust off your feet, is to go swimming.