Last year Rebeka swam in a gala and achieved first place. She stood on that podium in the number 1 spot
and grinned happily as they put the medal around her neck. The top breast stroker from 6 schools and she
came first. Swimming is extremely
competitive as the top 4 of each grade are the only ones who make it to the
galas. With +- 200 kids in her grade I
remind both my girls it’s an achievement to be in the team. (Poor Sofie not as strong so hardly makes the
galas) On the way home I asked her how
it felt and if those 30 seconds were worth the hard work and effort that
swimming training requires. Definitely says my daughter all re motivated and ready to get
back in the pool.
As you know I have my friend Agatha anxiety part of my
life. The usual stress situations make
me more anxious. New situations, trying
new things, pushing myself. One would
then assume to avoid the heart racey panicky feeling and skip the triggers and
choose the calm path and the easy way.
Nope, not me. Although not
naturally sporty or fit, my Agatha means exercise is a non-negotiable in my
life. Unfortunately my chronic back
pain means running isn’t a good option for me and neither is cycling which I am
anyway also unable to do. Despite not qualifying for 2 out of the 3
requirements of a triathlon, I have decided I want to do a mini one before I
hit 45. What’s that you say? In 10 years time? Nope, in just 3 years’ time I want to
manage a short 5 km run and a +- 15 km cycle and whatever the swim is. Clearly
I cannot just enter one right now but I have found 2 strong partners to do my
cycling and running and I will be the swimmer. Although not pro by any means, my love of
the water means I am a pretty confident swimmer. For this particular xterra triathlon I am required to swim 1500m in a dam. Only teensy prob is I have only swam 1,250 in
the gym pool with desperate breaks clutching on the side as I catch my
breath. That’s 50 lengths. Not being entirely foolish I joined a
friend who is swimming the same event and we drove up to beautiful Grabouw to
join her friend. I was nervous the whole
day. I kept on thinking about those 2
super fit guys who had heart attacks while swimming in the half iron man which
is 1900m. My new medication for my
dystonia makes my already low BP even lower.
Agatha was going bos and I was wandering why I do this to myself. Push myself beyond my comfort zone. To a new unfamiliar place that doesn’t feel
known or safe. The need to challenge
myself and grow.
So off I went and managed the swim despite a few stops to do
breast stroke or float a while. My lungs were burning and my heart was racing
but when I finished I had my imaginary podium moment. I had done it, I can do it. Not well or fast but I can swim 1500 meters
in an open dam and I have the possibility of improving. I am a Podium Princess! It’s not the applause I need or the approval
of others. I am happy with no audience. It’s the sense of achievement of doing
something I didn’t know I could. I had
the same awesome rushy feeling that I had after I finished my last exam last
year. At that point I didn’t even know
my results but just the satisfaction of finishing something. Following through and not giving up. It was even better than when I got my actual
results and aced 5 of the 6 subjects.
This year its 8 subjects and my long swim. It’s also hopefully starting to run if my hip
and back can tolerate it. I am goal
driven. I need that rush, the fun side
of Agatha. I love the psyche of
mind-over-matter. I used to do max 40
lengths at the gym, exactly 1km. This
year I do 50 and make myself not break before I finish the first 20. This morning I decided to do a swim down from
yesterday and managed to push myself to do the full 40 without a break. Impossible thought just 2 months ago, 2 days
ago in fact. I would like to do a fake
pose holding up an imaginary trophy but sadly I cannot lift my over used arms): Yay for endorphins and goals and life
above the comfort zone where the real action starts!!
Wow! I am duly impressed, Mel!
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