|46/365 Swimming lessons. |
I can't tell you how many hours I've spent staring at the black line at the bottom of the pool. I was a serious swimmer from grade school through my first two years of college (can you say shoulder injury?). Pruny fingers, chlorinated hair, goggle marks on the face, 6 a.m. training sessions. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Swimming taught me discipline, that I could keep going just a bit longer than I thought I could, to have faith in myself, and to keep pushing through to the very end. Because every second counts.
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