Be forewarned. I'm going to whine a bit tonight. Not complain, just whimper a little.
Because the day is almost here. The one that marks the "last swim of the year in the ocean."
Please don't misunderstand. I love fall (though I think they are overdoing the "apple spice" craze this year, aren't they? it does NOT belong on potato chips!)
And I'm one of the crazy ones who loves winter most of all. But there is this small rite of passage in between that I find - well - it's a bit dramatic of a word to use here - but I'm going to call it excruciating. (yes - I know -too strong but let it go for now please)
I swim in Buzzards Bay, a mile and a half from home, nearly EVERY DAY from about late June until early October. That's about 100 days. 100 swims. And yes - I am grateful every single day that my life allows me to do this. Maybe you would think I would be tired of it by now, or at least - well - sated.
Not so. If anything, the 100 days have reminded me of how much I LOVE swimming (thank you, J.Paul, for reacquainting me with the water some 20 years ago!). I love everything about it. Being out in nature. The taste of the salt water. The sensuous feel of the water as it simultaneously touches every part of my body. The movement of the waves. And the muscle tone that sets in, somewhat effortlessly, by this time of year.
September 28. It was 53 degrees outside today. I went anyway. Ever so briefly. But oh so exhilarated for having done so.
I'm considering something radical this year, like doing a once a month dive in, every month through the winter. Just because it is there. With a heated car waiting for me when I get out. And no, you don't need to remind me I said this. My guess is it sounds like a good idea, but in practice, well, we'll see.
The slippers? On my feet right now for the first time since maybe April? Because my feet are colder here in the house then they were at the beach today (or maybe they were numb at the beach? I don't know!). That's the other thing about this time of year that I'm not so fond of. Giving up my Teva flip flops. Been pretty much the ONLY thing on my feet for about the same amount of time that I've been doing the daily swim.
You mean - I need to pack away my bathing suits - AND put socks on my feet!!!
Not to worry. Told you I was going to whine and whimper. Soon I'll be wearing my boots and sweaters and loving it. And yes, when the snow flies I will be the one with the ridiculous silly happy grin on my face. It's just this darn transition time!!!!!!!!!!!
There. I'm done. Bet you're really glad you read this one, eh? I suppose I could take it somewhere inspirational - talk about letting go, enjoying the moment, all that stuff. But nope. Just needed to acknowledge the reality of the moment.
I'm smiling. Really I am. At myself. For ALLOWING myself to grump a little. Because God also blessed me beyond my wildest dreams today in some lovely, simple ways.
There. See? I'm still me.
xo and love to all.