Our backyard pool was open for business this weekend and I was able to get in some swimming time.
I have this swim harness rigged up. Bungee cords attach to the fence on both sides of the pool, and then to a belt I clip around my hips. This way I can swim and swim without reaching the wall.
The water and the air are still chilly this time of year, and also in the fall, so I have a full-length wet suit. I'd post a picture but it's way too embarrassing. My kids can't look at me without shaking their heads.
But I don't care.
Swimming is my therapy. Both physical and psychological. And it's way cheaper than a shrink, as well as being great for the thighs and butt. A real win-win.
With my ears submerged in this soundproof cocoon, my mind wanders aimlessly. Problems concerning the kids or work that may have been nagging at me seem to ease as I kick and pull. I'm able to solve plot points for my writing and come up with new ideas for blog posts.
In the colder weather I have a stationary reclining bike. But it's just not the same. I used to swim at a health club but I grew too lazy and pressed for time. And besides, the goggle marks that could still be seen around my eyes even hours later were much scarier than the wet suit could ever be.
But next month the new Y opens out here, a first for the Vineyard. They have a huge pool that claims not to have eye-irritating chemicals. So maybe I'll be able to swim next winter without deep goggle-etchings on my tender, over-forty-something skin?
That would be awesome.
Because when I emerge after a half hour or 45 minutes in the pool, I'm calmer, wiser, better able to handle whatever crap will shortly, inevitably, be thrown my way.
I guess, when I look at it that way, it's not just therapy for me. It's therapy for the whole family.
What's your go-to stress reliever? Or are you still attempting to find one?