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 mom 3, avid runner, Christ-follower and all around reeker of awesomeness. When not chasing her kids around, you can find her dreaming of her first marathon, triathlon and continuing to build her fitness skills and knowledge.

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