She thought she was in the wrong class
|
|
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 Hi there, I got back from a week in Loreto, Mexico coaching with SwimMastery founder and my coach, Tracey Baumann, at the tail end of which I got sick. I was excited to share my lessons from the water right away, but the body has a way of reminding us what’s important. Which gave me the opportunity to sit with everything that happened there longer. We had 13 swimmers from across the US and three women from Guaymas, Mexico…
Thank you, that was fun! Keep Connecting in 2025 What a great time reflecting on 2024 and connecting with so many of you. We got to know each other a bit by breaking out and then reconnecting to share each other’s victories before turning our sights on 2025. What do you want more of next year? Watch the Replay Download my hot of the presses Goal Setting Guide: Find Meaning in the Monotony to align your goals with your values and vision. Download the Guide Join us in the Swim Smart Community…
The means matters. There are many lenses through which to view the world, why swimming? Have you ever had a moment where you lost track of time? Whether your ideas flowed effortlessly in your writing, your perfectly coordinated movements allowed you to bound down the trail, you got lost in the notes and rhythms playing an instrument, or had a rich and thought provoking conversation with a dear friend? That feeling—where mind and body are seamlessly synchronized—is called flow. Flow is more…
Time moves in circles How can the same 24 hours feel so incredibly long? Yesterday had 24. The day before too. But now—on the eve of my 50-mile swim—time moves slowly, each moment stretched… Here I sit, exactly 24 hours before we head to the dock to set out for my 50-mile swim. I know this moment will never happen again—no moment ever will—but this one feels particularly poignant. The last few weeks have been vacation hours: soaking up the big city of Boston, then maritime meanderings in…
