Swimming Lessons, Part II

By Leslie

It is not for naught that I am Pisces. I used to love to swim. Every Sunday, or almost every Sunday, my Psychologist friend Pat and I met at the Washington University Pool. We would leisurely swim laps together, side-by-side; she doing the breast stroke and I the back stroke. And we talked . . . and talked . . . and talked.

There were times that I was on call for the hospital and would give my pager to a lifeguard to hold when I entered the pool. One Sunday we arrived at “the changing of the guard,” with our “regular” lifeguard going off duty and handing my pager to his replacement. I saw them point at us, in a good-natured way, and laugh. When I emerged from the pool, the new lifeguard handed me the pager and said, “If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t have believed it. Two swimmers doing laps – and talking the entire time . . . and you’re not even winded.”

I always said, swimming was as beneficial for my psyche as it was for my soma!

August 2014

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