Swimathon

I did the Swimathon.  For the second time.  That may not be a huge thing for most people, but for me it was actually quite massive.  I hide it a lot, especially from my swim buddy, but I fight the panic when I’m swimming.  Why do I panic?  I have no idea.  But it’s not good.  I’m facing my fear, and it’s getting easier, but anyone who panics will know that it is a very unpleasant experience.  I didn’t really want to do the swimathon again, as I hated it the first time, but my swim buddy really wanted to, so I agreed to do it with her.  I am so glad that I did.

I really feel like I achieved something, swimming 100 lengths in an hour and 35 minutes.  I only panicked near the end when I got cramp in both my calves.  But I kept going, and managed the challenge. 

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Not only did I do it, but I also raised £105 for Sport Relief.  I never asked anyone for money, as I find that uncomfortable, but as soon as people heard what I was doing, they found my webpage and donated.  Thank you so much to those people who had faith in me.  I felt really good that I was part of it. 

For Mother’s Day, I have been promised some 1:1 swimming lessons.  I really hope that is going to help me turn a corner…..

And now it’s March

I’ve created a new ‘Spring 2014’ folder in my photographs album on my memory stick.  I always really like it when the seasons change, and amazingly enough, we have Spring here!  Well, would you believe it? I had coffee outside in the garden yesterday, and felt fleetingly guilty at the state of the garden, but, well, life is sometimes really too short. 

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There are even a couple of daffodils hiding behind that Choisya – honestly. 

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I managed to fight off the guilt feelings long enough to enjoy a read and a coffee – and a listen to the birds, who were also enjoying the weather it seems.  (I’m not in San Francisco by the way – I bought the cup there some years ago, and really like it).

And it’s been just as lovely today. 

Here’s the calendar picture for March:

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Try to be different, and not follow the crowd.

Let’s hope the good weather lasts