it was the swim last friday, feb 20. the skies were gray after bringing the daughter to school. there were reasons not to swim - still nursing a cough, pool water might be too cold, could be sluggish after weeks not swimming etc. but still i went. at 745am, i was ready to swim. started with the breaststroke as a warm up, 10 laps. then the 'dreaded' freestyle because this stroke usually saps my energy.
and then it happened.
the swim, the freestyle, suddenly became effortless. like i was gliding. gliding from end to end as if marking a smooth straight line along the water. effortlessly kicking, and i felt one with the water, my right hand dipping in, the left hand reaching out, the neck just swerving to catch the glimpse of blue gray skies, the hotel's palm trees and its sunlight-drenched windows. i was more than alive. i was one with the water. all the time i spent those more than 15 laps of freestyle, i was smiling. smiling while gliding. this is swimming.
i have not gone close to how Sir Mar described swimming as 'meditation'. but i quite know how to get there.