“Are you crazy? Going for a swim in this cold!”, a friend exclaimed.
But I was adamant- I’d told myself I would go for a swim three days after the
marathon, and I wasn’t backing out.
When I reached the pool, I began to have second thoughts. It
was chilly. Did I really want to do this?
I stuck one foot in the water; then the next. The water was
icy cold. I let my body sink into its embrace. Blood rushed to the surface
warming me. I felt glorious.
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
4 comments:
I think the more often we challenge our fears, the less afraid we become.
For me to go for a swim outdoors right now would require chipping through a foot of ice to jump in. Think I'll wait. But good for you Rayna, keeping our promises/commitments to ourselves is often the hardest thing to do.
I'm not sure how cold it was, but I know when I plunge in I feel fantastic! It's so invigorating. good on you. Sue
Natasha - I think facing something we fear really can make us stronger and more empowered. Sounds as though you had a wonderful swim!
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