He asked me to come to the swim meet and photograph his events. I had enough lead time on this that I was able to work up a bit of anxiety. I'm generally always ready for an adventure but the minute I know I'm going out of my comfort zone - i.e., doing something I've never done before - I get nervous. There are always questions and what ifs, and how too's, and can I's, and blah, blah, blah. Of course, once I'm there, I'm fine. And really, what is more benign than a swim meet? After all, I wasn't the one doing the swimming.
It was such an eye-opening experience. All ages were represented, there was cloud cover so the morning was mainly comfortable. Even a light breeze stirred up the air. After seeing the Olympics and all those fit swimming bodies, I discovered that there are swimmers and then there are SWIMMERS.
The swimmers are you and me. Many were young and tight, but most were bulging and sagging, man boobs were everywhere and aging female legs, whether thin and slack skinned or saddle bagged and cellulited, abound. The great unifier was their love for swimming and their complete comfort in their skin. It was a great lesson to me and how I view my own body, my own harsh critiquing of myself. Now what to do with the lesson?
In the meanwhile, there are a couple more meets coming up and I will get to at least one of them. Oh, and my brother? He's the third from the right in the picture, fully extended with his left leg flying wildly. AND - he won three blue ribbons in his age group. I'm so proud of him.
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