On Sunday, July 9, I swam to the middle of Indian Lake. It’s taken me these past four weeks to begin to write about that event. I have not been procrastinating. I just haven’t known where to start. I know myself as a writer and a person, and this is a sign that there is […]
Category: Swimming
My best day of 2016.
Wednesday, August 24. It was early morning, likely before 9:00 a.m. I rode my new Trek bicycle west along Lower Road in Brewster, a mid-Cape Cod town in Massachusetts. Both the recently re-paved road and my month-old bicycle were smooth: no cratered surfaces and no grinding gears. I guided my bike with my left hand […]
What I talk about when I talk about swimming.
Fear tastes like chlorine. It burns my throat and behind my eyes when I expect to take in air but instead inhale pool water. The chlorine burns my throat and behind my eyes, and ignites a deeply embedded, primal fear. Chlorine = lack of air = death. The fear was set in childhood. I was […]