Keaton started swim team last Monday! It was with much excitement and trepidation . . . for mom. Keaton had nothing but excitement regarding this unknown they call swim team. We woke up to a very dreary morning and were uncertain as to whether swim lesson would be cancelled.
I never wanted to be a school teacher, I never thought it would be fun. It was accidental how I started in swim lessons.
Growing up, I loved the water, from the moment I was born I was a fish. My first job was as a Lifeguard, my career started and continues to be in aquatics, I met my husband at the pool. It seems although I was born and raised in a land locked state (Denver, CO), my soul longs for the ocean. The thought of scuba diving never really crossed my mind until I met my husband. He grew up spending summers at his dad’s house in Belize. He couldn’t believe I didn’t dive, not only that I didn’t dive, that I had never even tried it. I will admit, I was more than slightly nervous to try scuba diving. Even given my love for water the thought of being under the ocean, reliant on a tank to breathe intimidated me. After some strong persuasion, my husband convinced me to give it a shot.
One of the biggest sources of joy in my life is going for a long run. When people find out that I run 70-100 miles a week depending on the time of year the most common response is “why?” The answer for a long time was mostly made up; this was because I wasn’t sure how exactly to put into words what running meant to me. Then I came across a book titled What I Talk about When I talk about Running by Haruki Murakami. I found it to be incredibly insightful to what happens to your mind and body while slogging out the miles.