Four days of swimming last week were days of fighting my inner demons in the pool. From fighting with my body rotation to counting my inefficient strokes, lately I've found these waters to be a very unfriendly place. Until I started talking to people.
A girl in my lane has not been in the pool because of work, and now she can't swim without her fins. My coach is recovering from surgery and can only swim half an hour. Another woman leaves the pool 15 minutes early every day so she can pick up her children at school. And we all seem to hate the choppy waves from too many people in the lane, as we choke in chlorinated water when we do breast stroke. However, we are all swimming, in spite of our own mental war.
In our everyday life, we all believe we are alone fighting our battles, but we only need to look around to realize that, in these murky waters full of our demons and our struggles, we are all in the same boat.
