I try to swim 4 days a week and each time I try to swim 60 laps (120 lengths). I don’t want to confuse anyone with my amazing math skills but 32 laps equals 1 mile; so each time I swim I swim a little over 1.5 miles. Over half of the laps I do flip turns. (I defer all math questions to my good friends Chris and David. They can be reached at…………..)
I have swam enough now to see a pattern develop. Usually the first 10 laps go quickly and easily. Then laps 11-30 are difficult. Around lap 20 I really start to get winded. Somewhere around laps 31 to 50 I hit a smooth stride and get my second wind. Then, the last several laps become difficult again.
Yesterday, during the first 20 laps I decided I was tired and was just going to do 40 laps, or maybe only 36. I am going to be in Honduras next week and unable to swim, and so somewhere around lap 32 I decided I needed to at least swim 50 laps. (Just in case you are wondering, I use a digital lap counter.) Around lap 36 (1 mile) I noticed I had hit a smooth stride. My mind started to drift away and something mystical happened. It was totally unplanned and unexpected. I knew I was swimming, but I didn’t feel anything. It wasn’t an out of body experience, but it was like I was not there. I started praying and starting thinking about how blessed I am and how thankful I am for where God has me and what He is doing in my life. I thought of Misty and Katherine and Zachary. I thought of my church and of my upcoming trip to Honduras. Above all, I felt a warm and comforting Spirit embrace me. It was as if something, or some One, was with me, pushing me through the water. I felt God’s real time presence like I have not felt in a very long time. It was beautiful. It was worshipful. I remember thinking to myself, “I could swim like this all day.” But then around lap 57 I swallowed some water and started coughing and it was all over. I thought I was going to drown before I could complete the final 3 laps.
I really don’t know how to describe my experience except to say it was incarnate, magical, and glorious.
Then again, it could have been nothing more than an endorphin high.
But I don’t think so.