During my swim this morning, it occurred to me — again — how much I enjoy my community at the pool. John was there, swimming his heart out. Had a stroke several months ago and has lost 60 pounds just from swimming. He’s working so hard on that paralyzed left side that it’s now working for him. Shakespeare (my nickname for him, since he’s a fan) was there, as he is faithfully each morning, doing his laps and sharing quips. Tadeusz from Poland was there as was our mutual pool pal, Hamid, from Lebanon. And, Pat, the lifeguard, with his stories. Cousin Pam was there, too, swimming efficiently and strongly and sharing some words in the therapy pool after we both finished.
All is beautiful. And, each mile is carrying me closer to my goal: the Mighty Mac Swim, September 7.