Doing LapsA Story by Stan LeeA Story by my inspirational sister - Rumplestiltskrin :)A
guy cheerily greets her at the gate saying either pool is fine, there's
plenty of free lanes and no squad classes this morning. She says
"great - thanks" and hands over $5.40 and heads straight for the empty
lane of the outdoor pool. The air is warm and the sky above a velvety
navy sparkling with stars and a sideways-smile moon. She dumps her
towel and wades right in, happy to discover the water is warmer than expected. Lap One. As
she kicks her way up the pool she laughs to herself; how the hell did I
come to be doing this anyway? She can't even swim for starters, and is
clutching onto a kickboard with her head safely sticking out moving
slowly along powered only by her legs thrashing relentlessly. Her
back still aches when her board hits the other end at the 50m mark
so she attempts backstroke all the way back again. Lap Two. Come
on girl, just do it, a bit more practice and you might actually get the
hang of this; is the encouraging inner dialogue that pushes her on. Lap Three. She's
starting to feel hungry, this makes her resent the fact she's unable to
do her usual regime of crossfit training due to the back injury. She
worries about overeating and gaining weight. Meanwhile the sky has
lightened by degrees, a pink tinge creeping up the horizon and the birds
are calling morning songs as they fly overhead. She realises how
indescribably beautiful it is and her heart is spontaneously filled with
appreciation. Lap Four. Despite
the beauty surrounding her there is now an massive ache of something
missing. Beyond the other lane-ropes are dedicated early morning
swimmers doing lap, upon lap, upon lap. They look neither to the right
or left, their faces only flashing to the surface for an instant to get
air, completely absorbed in their training. She considers that perhaps
she is lonely without her brother and sister that usually accompany
her. Lap Five. But
normally solitude is no problem so perhaps she isn't really lonely,
perhaps it's just the weather. She always gets a restless feeling at
the turn of the season and imagines herself roaming the place like a
wolf howling at the moon. She remembers herself this time last year,
her back wasn't sore but she'd been deeply mired in painful heartbreak
that had been like ripping a limb from her body with her own hands. A
quote surfaces in her mind that goes - you don't have a soul, you are a soul and you have a body. My soul is still going strong she decides. Lap Six. The
sunrise is complete in all it's glory, every second the day becomes
brighter. The lights by the pool flick off. That's it she decides,
it's time to put her head down and really try to swim.
BY RUMPLESTILTSKRIN © 2015 Stan LeeAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 12, 2015 Last Updated on August 21, 2015 AuthorStan LeeAboutI've turned RRs off for now because I'm really behind. I have 50 to do! Hope to get to them... eventually :) “If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; ho.. more..Writing
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