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.

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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.

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Perhaps the best way to start shaking the dust off your feet, is to go swimming.


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