But I’m not a swimmer
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The Unspoken Conversation It starts quietly. A question you didn’t expect. Not from someone—but from the water. That subtle moment before you act—the breath before the plunge, the hesitation before the yes—can reveal more than we realize. Sometimes, it’s a whisper from something deeper, asking to be heard. The water offers one of life’s most honest mirrors. Not just your reflection, but your relationship with uncertainty, with trust, with yourself. What if your relationship with the water…
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…
Ready or Not, Ready Enough I didn’t feel ready. Not for the spring water temps. Not for the distance. Not for everything this swim would ask of me. But I went anyway. Because sometimes, waiting to feel “ready” is just another way of hiding. And I could feel myself trying to hide! The weather looked rough. It was Mother’s Day weekend. Despite months of planning, coordinating schedules, and arranging travel to get my crew here, when push came to shove, all I wanted to do was stay home and enjoy…
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…
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…
What is “hard”? The current subtly pushed us past each of the 12 bridges between Sellwood and St. John down 17km of the Willamette River, while the wind made the kayakers WORK. The contrast created lumpy water—each breath needing to be quick and precisely timed to get air instead of water. Sometimes you’d get water, spit it out, and try again. Dynamic. That’s the word that came to mind, watching my kayaker dig with each stroke—getting pushed back at every 30-minute feed, then fighting to get…