Stuck on a plateau?
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What’s it like for you? Do you have an easy time showing up for your training sessions? Or is it a struggle to make it happen? (🙋♀️ Yep, I’ve been there.) Showing up is half the battle, but making each stroke count—that’s the real challenge. In community, we support each other in putting our best effort forward. Yes, there are times when showing up is all we can do and it’s enough. But let’s be real—water time is precious. We need to make it matter. This isn’t about hollow conversations,…
Am I trying to prove something? In my last note, I hinted at a swim that’s been tugging at me. It’s not just about finishing something I started—it’s about revisiting what it means to give myself permission. Despite being a lifelong swimmer, adapting to open water hasn’t come easily for me. I remember a time when I just wanted to get out of open water. I was terrified—of what was underneath, of what I couldn’t see, of the unknown. First, it was fear. Then it was performance. For a long time,…
Got a support system? Or just swimming solo? This week in the water, one of my little swimmers pushed off from one side of the pool, picked up a sinky, stood up, and proudly yelled out, “Mom, look!” Mom looked up from her phone, smiled, and gave him the thumbs up he was hoping for. With that simple recognition, courage bloomed—and he did it again. And again. At one point, he came up surprised, choking on water, and looked straight at me. I gently reminded him, “We’re not fish—we can’t breathe…
The Power of Awareness This week, one of my swimmers said something that got me thinking:“I used to like swimming. Now I love it.” It had all the makings of a testimonial, but what moved me was the subtle shift in language — because words matter. We do this in SwimMastery all the time. I’m sorry, you don’t have a “hand,” because the moment you think hand, your attention goes there and you disconnect from your engine. You send your books away from your feet — not your head — because thinking…
One Thing at a Time Yesterday I got out of the pool and lingered in my bubble. If I resist the urge to pick up my phone and see what I missed, I can hold on to the bliss for just a few minutes longer. Then the wave comes… the meeting I’m supposed to be in, the emails I missed, the messages unanswered. The shift from clarity to chaos is swift and merciless. In the water, I know what to focus on. While it can be overwhelming, it’s a practice I’ve honed for 3 years now: choose one thing—just…
What’s possible for you in the water? Can you imagine being held by the warm salty waters of the Caribbean Sea, moving easily from one shape to another, sensing the forward progress you make in every moment? Can you imagine feeling such comfort in your body in the water that there’s no question of, “are we there yet?” Can you imagine watching the rising sun cast light on the cerulean waters as you journal about your intentions for the day—not what you need to accomplish, but who you want to…