How to train smarter (and feel more alive doing it)
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You can’t go back This week, an 11-year-old came for a lesson and said she wanted to “go back” to some of the things she learned when she was little — because they didn’t quite make sense back then. No reluctance. No resignation. Just clear-eyed recognition that revisiting those skills would help her now. I had to smile at her wisdom. Most swimmers groan, “Oh man! I have to go back to basics again” — like it’s a punishment, a sign they’ve failed somehow. But this kid understood something most…
I’ve been noticing something lately. In my own head, the pieces of my work feel deeply connected — my own swimming, the coaching I do, the stories I’ve gathered through my podcast, and what I write about each week. But I’ve realized that from the outside, these can look scattered across different places, serving different purposes. So I’m making a small but meaningful shift in where my longer reflections live. Starting this week, I’m publishing on Substack — where my podcast, Stories from the…
LESSONS FROM THE WATER READ PREVIOUS ARTICLES WEBSITE SCHEDULE SUBSTACK Last week I taught an adult beginner swimming class at Rogue X. One swimmer was 73 years old and had nearly died after falling into the Rogue River eleven months ago. Another thought she was in the wrong class because she already considered herself a strong swimmer. By the end of class, she was glad she stayed. It left me thinking about how the water reveals what each of us is ready to learn. I wrote about it here: Read:…
LESSONS FROM THE WATER READ PREVIOUS ARTICLES WEBSITE SCHEDULE SUBSTACK I almost missed it. I’m preparing for a swim adventure in a few months and aiming to be more consistent with my swimming than I’ve ever been. With that newfound consistency, my body spoke up; I noticed a small niggle in my shoulder as I was pushing tempo. Part of me wanted to skip a day (or three, maybe a week), rest the shoulder, wait it out. That’s what I’ve always done. But I want this time to be different—I need to…
Earlier this week, I stood in what will become the swim studio space here in Talent with the architect, the landlord, and the builder, reviewing plans from the engineer. It was exciting—15 months in the making—and equally terrifying, seeing something I’ve been imagining start to take shape (the plans still have to be approved by OHA before we can pour concrete). It reminded me of the difference between planning for something and being in it. The gap between the idea and the work. The water…
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,…