We have found that we really enjoy swimming. Daimian has always loved to swim. His grandma said she used to call him a fish because he has always loved water. I have a very irrational fear of drowning, so water has never been my thing. I'll take shooting hoops on dry land, thank you very much.
But, I figured in a pool that is not deeper than I am tall, I think I should be fine. With my bad knees from all that shooting hoops on dry land stuff, the treadmill just wasn't working. So, we started swimming. First off, I had no clue it was going to be such a good work out. I am sore! But I don't feel it or think about it as much when I am in the pool as I did on the treadmill.
So back to Wednesday.... We were in the pool swimming laps and using the spongy weight things (that I can lift with my pinky out of water, but in water burn my muscles...) for about a half an hour when a man came in who had to be at least 400 pounds. He got in the pool and did lap after lap after lap without stopping. He didn't take breaks. He was breathing hard. His face was red. But he just kept going. And going. And going. I looked at myself, and I had so many excuses about my legs being sore, I'm too tired, or the water makes me nauseous. But this man kept going. If he could do it, good Lord, I should be able to. So I pushed harder. I went faster. I did more laps.
Now, I want to go every day. Thursdays, we don't go because between school and youth group, it is a full day. But today, I want to go. It's the first time I have wanted to go. Its not just a chore, but a doable activity that can help me reach my goal and is a lot more fun than a treadmill. And all because of this man, this stranger who I don't know his name, but he's helped me see things outside of myself.
So, thank you, stranger.
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