Good Intentions

I intended to blog after every practice. I intended to document my progress (or lack of). Not only in planning and executing a major national event, but to chronicle my own training. Good intentions have made way for God’s intentions. The amount of detail required to manage a diverse and demanding group of people have made it necessary for divine intervention every day. Imagine practicing twice a day three times a week and once the other two days, managing the group’s training and planning a historic, groundbreaking event. Brings me to my knees.

There is always something to improve. Stop shooting my slide. Quick hands. Tap down at the finish. Keep my hands moving. Not so much layback. Yikes! The callouses on my hands and calf bites on my left leg are leaving torturous reminders of the tough competitive practices. But I love the sun on my face, the breeze on my skin, the glide through the water, the experience of synchronicity. And the very rare moment, when it all seems perfect.

It’s hard to describe these feelings in words. So I let them be. I am content to blog when the words come.