I’ve always, always, always loved swimming. Can remember falling off a kickboard around the age of 3, sinking to the bottom of the pool and calmly waiting there until someone came to get me. No fear, no worries. Have always felt more at home in the water than on land, really. So, I’ve decided to get back into training. Though my competitive swimming days have been over for a while, I think it’s never too late to reclaim a passion. Mary-Kris has given me a swim practice to do — and I’m keeping at it. Today, though, I will celebrate the snow by skiing with pals at a local park. And then tomorrow, back in the pool. How lucky I am.