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title: 'In the Swim'
date: '2021-07-11T16:24:35-04:00'
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Are there skills you developed as an adult that you enjoy enough that you wish you’d picked them up when you were younger?
Mine, which has come on with a vengeance in the last month, is swimming. Lap after lap after lap.
The swimming lessons I had as a kid were 100% aimed at making sure I didn’t drown. I was never given any instruction on swimming *well*. And certainly never given any sense that I could potentially be good at it, or of how to go about getting good at it.
In grad school, a friend tried to get me to swim with him, and I discovered that while I had a strong breaststroke I couldn’t swim a length of freestyle without wanting to die. Later, at Pomona, I tried again, but hadn’t magically gotten any better.
But two years ago, I got in the pool at our gym here just to do some laps of breaststroke, and threw in a length or two of freestyle. And it wasn’t good, but I didn’t think I was going to die, which seemed like a positive sign.
So I started reading things online about how to swim and discovered one obvious thing I was doing wrong: kicking too hard. It sounded completely counterintuitive but I figured I’d give the advice I was reading a shot.
And it worked? It actually started to feel… good?
But then it got cold and I stopped swimming. And then there was COVID and the gym closed down and that seemed like the end of my progress. Except when we rejoined the gym this summer and I got back in the pool for the first time, it turned out that I was able to pick up where I’d left off.
I’ve been swimming like crazy for the last three weeks, and the progress I’ve made is amazing. As in, today I swam a mile of freestyle, without pause, in a time that seems to me pretty respectable for a slow old lady.
Part of me wishes I could go back and give my childhood self a few hints — well, a few hints and access to a pool and a swim team and a family able to support such luxuries — to see if I might have gotten any good.
But it’s amazing to have this now. To get good at something after 50 feels like a victory of its own.