Growing up in Guernsey one of my favourite things was water. I was dragged out of choir in primary school as I'd made it through the waiting list to attend Beau Sejour swimming club. My love for swimming grew and so did a talent which was nurtured through endless sessions up and down the pool. Nothing is quite like swimming training and it requires hours every week of pool time. I think this single focus flogged my love of water and at 18 years old that was it for me. Apart from holidays I didn't get in a pool except for holidays and the obligatory lady breaststroke!
It wasn't until my late twenties that I thought of attending a swim session. Swimming for me needed a structure and other people so I got back in with Leeds & Bradford triathlon club. It brought the fun back to something I was good at but no longer wished to race past people as fast as I could. This didn't fit when I started working evenings.
Preparing to rehab my back all I could imagine being able to do was be in water. Knowing how easy on me the supportive nature of water would be I found comfort in the pool again. My first session I was literally floating as moving from one plane to another is unexpectedly difficult. Seeing people speeding past I had to hold my ego back as the competitor wanted to show these people how fast I could really swim. My body however wouldn't let me. It's funny that when the mind is willing the body will tell you not so.
So now my love for the water returns in a newly formed respect. I am rehabbing 2/3 times a week finding my balance point and my trans abs again. Water had been a great confidence builder and now I am water jogging and tucking to get my spine mobile once more. My other favourite activity of spa/sauna'ing is now achievable and baths have taken on a whole new level of relaxation. I crave being near the sea and hope to get back to the rock I came from relatively soon. Water works and I'm glad to be back part of it!
HBombx
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