Date: 9/1/09
Yards: 1,750
Yards to date: 201,350
Miles to date: 122.0
I knew this anniversary was coming up and I’ve basically tried to ignore it. But I guess there’s value in marking certain milestones, as long as they’re put in their proper perspective and you don’t let them take over your life. Been there, done that, not a good idea.
Sunday was a year since I wound up in cardiac intensive care with congestive heart failure, brought on by stress-induced cardiomyopathy. Scared my family, my friends and myself half to death (no pun intended). The doctor made it very clear that I needed to figure out how to deal with the stress in my life or I wasn’t going to be around to be stressed out.
After a month of what amounted to bed rest, I was okayed to start exercising. That was when I started swimming laps – just a few at first, then gradually working my way up to workouts of 2,000 yards or more. I signed up for the 100 Mile Swim Club, which gave me a concrete way to measure my progress and to help me set personal goals. The day I hit 100 miles, April 15, 2009, was just amazing.
I don’t think it’s an understatement to say swimming has saved my life. Since my hospitalization a year ago, my stress level has gone through the roof. Both my husband and I lost our jobs and the financial strain was tremendous. He got a new one, fortunately, but we had to move to another city. We lost our precious dog, Star, in March. We are still grieving that loss.
If all of this had happened before I started swimming (and taking meds and losing weight), neither my husband nor I think I’d be here right now.
I continue to be stunned by how immediate the benefits of a swim can be. My blood pressure can drop 40 points after a workout. I can literally feel the stress fall away. And it continues to give me a sense of personal accomplishment that few other things have done.
So I was pretty tickled yesterday to pass the 200,000-yard mark. That’s more than 8,000 lengths of the pool, and 2,000 football fields. I had kind of slacked off from swimming this summer, what with the move and that fact that the Augusta Y was packed everyday with summer campers. Now that everyone is back in school, it’s a little easier to get in the water.
(That’s not to say the lane etiquette issues have been resolved. Yesterday, a girl walked into my lane (there was an empty one right next to her), stood in front of me and said, “Am I in your way?” “Yes,” I said, “we’re swimming laps.”
“Oh.”)
I have a happier anniversary coming up next month. October 14, my father’s 80th birthday, will be a year since I started swimming laps. I have never stuck with an exercise program this long. It’s a good feeling, and one that I feel like I can maintain long-term.