What a Difference a Year Makes
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
This is an old story. From last summer. But it took me more than a year to make a spark page and I want it here.
2 years ago I had my little girl (she was 7) in the ocean with me. We got caught in a rip tide. She panicked but I taught her how to handle it. We stayed calm, swam across the rip and were ok. But I was so tired I couldn't pull her in. I was stuck until had help.
Now - my husband was such a strong swimmer. An athlete. Triathlete. Marathon runner. But he passed away in 2008. My life has never been the same and I miss him every day. I could hear him berating me - really, you can't pull our baby in out of the ocean - what happened to you?
We were the athletic couple together although he was the driving force. Given that experience, I went to work. My grief counselor had suggested exercise. And I began running. I have gone from walking 20 minute miles to - 23 months later - running a 5 K at a 9 minute mile pace. Running helps me feel well.
But here is the kicker. Last summer - a year after my little one and I were caught in a rip - my 2 kids were caught in a rip. I swam out to them so fast I beat the lifeguards. I pulled them both in one at a time and knew I had reached a new level of fitness. I can keep my kids safe in the ocean. Woo-hoo! What is 20 more pounds if you can do that?