Why I swim

I took swimming lessons as a kid for a couple of years. I didn’t get or go far. I didn’t like getting my face wet and I was afraid of the deep end. It was completely overwhelming. Even at 7-8 years old, I was already self-conscious about being the oldest in my swim class (and by far the wussiest). It’s such a shame that even at that young age, I allowed fear to keep me from doing something.

Now that I’m much older and (hopefully) a wee bit wiser, I’ve told the nay-sayers and critics to go to he….uh…refrain from trying to bring me down. I took control, conquered my fears, anxieties and cannon-balled into that pool (because let’s face it, you’re never too old for a good cannon ball).

I swim because it is the hardest workout I have ever experienced.

I swim because I love the feel of gliding through the water (even if there’s a ton of water swallowing, bonking and resting needed to make it to the other side)

I swim because I can see the progress I’ve made.

I swim because I want to complete a triathlon one day

I swim because it feels good

I swim because goggles are sexy (seriously!)

I swim because I can

I swim because once upon a time, someone told me I couldn’t.

I swim because I wanted to prove that person wrong.

…and I did.

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Stephanie is a Canadian Mom of 3, Runner, Certified Functional Strength Coach (CFSC), Christ-follower and all around reeker of awesomeness. When she's not chasing after her kids, you can find her dreaming big dreams and bringing them to life.

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