The moment I hit the water, there’s the competitive side of me that comes out. That person in the lane next to me? Yeah...I’m going to beat them. I know...I know...they aren’t racing me and they probably don’t even realize I’m in the lane next to them, but I’m still going to win. It’s so funny. I even laugh at myself while I’m thinking it. “Sarah...you’re being ridiculous. Just swim your laps and enjoy the workout. There will be no congratulations or prize when you get to the other end first.” But it’s hard-wired into me and I love it. I suppose that’s what keeps me going another lap...the drive to push just a little farther, as ridiculous as it may be.
And yet it’s amazing how staring at a blue line over and over and over again can be so relaxing. No one can talk to me. I can’t talk to anyone. All I can do is swim back and forth, listen to the sounds of the water, sing songs to myself, pray, and think. God and I have had some pretty fabulous chats while I am blowing bubbles. It’s amazing how much he can speak to your heart when you can’t argue with your mouth. Yes, I realize I can still argue with my thoughts, but I seem to find myself arguing myself out of my arguments. God’s just funny like that. He knows that I know I’m being absolutely ridiculous and allows me to get it out of my system. Once I admit that I’m wrong and He’s right, I can’t help but laugh and thank Him for being bigger and better and more in control of my life than I am.
I can’t wait to get back in the pool! Who wants to swim next to me? :)