Date Morning

My husband, Tim, swam with me this morning. I know that 72 laps together in a public pool is not exactly “date night,” but I’ll take it. After dropping off the kids, we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco. Found a prime parking space, too, which rarely happens in the city, so you know the morning was charmed.

It’s Week Three for me back swimming and I feel like a million bucks. My shoulders are more relaxed; my back less tense; and my hands, often cramped from typing, feel like they’ve been massaged. Even my brain is calmer. There’s nothing like the isolation tank that is water to help one reconnect with deep thoughts.

One of the reasons Tim and I fell in love with each other is because of our shared passion for exercise.  Before we adopted our children, we regularly rode our bicycles 50 miles at a clip and thought nothing of running five miles. The photo of us here was taken before a 12-mile hike in Yosemite. This morning in the pool, it was so great to share that passion again. Our conversations about homework, school enrollment, math scores, and St. Patrick Day parties are great as far as they go, but for commitment to thrive, conversations have got to consist of more than just that.  For example:  “How was your swim? Want to do this again on Monday?”

Hey, you have to start somewhere.

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