At first all I felt was trepidation and a bone deep surety that I'd be judged and found wanting. They mingled together, culminating in the dull throb of my heartbeat at the base of my throat. After all it had been years. What if I had forgotten how? I wrestled with the idea of turning around and heading home, but I was already at the front desk and Virginia, the woman behind it, was smiling at me expectantly. After a brief internal conversation where I reminded myself there was absolutely no reason to feel nervous I tentatively told her why I'd come. I wanted to use the pool.
I thought the pool would be a good alternative to dry cardio, which lately has left my legs aching. My logic was that alternating between aquatic and cardio workouts would spare my legs some pain.
I hadn't done more than splash about in the pool for years. I slipped into the water and took a deep, slow breath, unsure of what would come next. When I struck out with my first few strokes it felt just slightly less awkward than I expected. I'm by no means a pro but I wasn't floundering. I made my way from one end of the pool to the other. It was slow and left me gasping, but after about three goes I realized something.
I remembered how much I loved to swim. I had forgotten how peaceful I found the world of pulse and breath that I've only found with my head submerged. After each pass I felt a bit more accomplished. I ended up staying until the center closed. Even then I was totally willing to do more swimming. In the end I've reconnected with a live I'd forgotten and got a good workout all at once.
We'll have to do this again sometime.