01/09/2026
Just over five years.
That’s how long I was out of the swimming pool.
It’s a long time. And at times, I genuinely wondered whether my days of swimming were over.
I’m going early here — I’ve swum four times in four weeks, so this post could come back to bite me 😂 — but I’d forgotten just how good this feels.
There’s something incredibly peaceful about gliding through the water. Slightly out of breath. Feeling the density of the water in front of you. Trying to remember where to position your head, your hands and your feet, while simultaneously rotating, breathing and stretching.
Somehow, amongst all of that, everything else goes quiet.
Swimming is an absolute gift, my friends.
I genuinely don’t think it’s possible to hate swimming. If you think you do, I can promise you this — you’ll miss it when you can’t do it.
So swim. Run. Ride. Walk. Lift. Move.
Do as much as you possibly can, with what you’ve got, while you can.
You might not realise how lucky you are to be able to do it until, one day, you can’t.
And tonight, I’m just incredibly grateful that I can again. 🏊♂️🙌🏻