So I've been swimming more. It's so weird because I have all these sore muscles and am trying to figure out how to breathe and keep my balance. It's all new. I think I like the challenge.
I shared a lane with a guy Monday night. He was really supportive and treated me like an equal. A novice but someone who belonged. That felt good. He asked if I was a runner, and without hesitation I answered yes. I realized later that self identifying as a runner isn't something I did naturally even six months ago. I think my injury and forced time off helped me see how important it is to me.
He said he wants to do the Ironman. I'll be happy with a sprint triathlon.