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Water & Sunshine

 Okay… so, I’m ready to be able to run again. I’ve tried a couple times, but while I am in less pain, it is still very uncomfortable. So, I’ve done some walking, but not much else. I’ve also got a messed up shoulder from a tear in my pectoral muscle, so no lifting either. I don’t do well without exercise. This last week was proof of that.


I’ve been in a major slump. Honestly, on top of all the physical issues, I am also still really missing my dog. He was my running buddy, and it’s just so boring without him. I’ve been doing better lately, but this last week, another wave of grief came. I’m just feeling lonely without him.


One surefire way to feel better during these slumps is to spend time with my kiddos. Their teenagers now, and honestly, I am so happy they still want to spend time with me. They wanted to go to the lake, so to the lake we went.


It was a beautiful day, and we had so much fun. My youngest and I swam out to the buoy marking the swim area and treaded water for a while. The lake is nestled in the valley between some gorgeous, vibrant green mountains. When you turn your back to the beach, all you see is mountains, lake, and sky. It is pure bliss.




The healing power of water and sunshine is immeasurable. I felt better after that swim than I have in over a week - if not longer. Swimming is peace to me. I need to do more of it. This was the first swim of the summer for me, and that is not cool. There will be a lot more during the rest of the summer.


My shoulder felt good after swimming. It was loosened up. But, this morning, it is extremely unhappy with me. Calling my PT first thing Monday morning. 


Another thing I love about swimming is the complete exhaustion I feel afterwards. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, but after swimming, I crashed hard and slept heavy. I love that feeling.


My goal this week is more water and sunshine. Healing. Everything else will fall into place. I hope I can run again soon. Or anything. I just want to move…
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