Swim or die!

So today I went swimming for the first time in far too long. At least two years. By swimming, I mean doing lengths at the YMCA.
Back in high school, when I was getting ready to sail on the tall ships, I was required to be able to swim 2 kilometers, then tread water for ten minutes. I used to do that twice in once session, once I'd worked up to it. But let me tell you something that's blantantly obvious. If you don't swim for two years, you can't do the same things that you did when you stopped! I think I did about a dozen lengths this morning and my heart was pounding and I was dizzy enough that I needed to stop. It's going to be a bit before I have the stamina that I had before. But I'll get there!
In the last few weeks I've been dealing with insomnia, and I think it's very likely that the cause of it is that I haven't been getting nearly enough exercise. I get a fair amount at work going up and down stairs, carrying heavy computers around, but it definitely isn't enough. So, as of today I'm going to start swimming a minimum of three days a week. Dave and I are going before work on Tuesdays and Thursdays as it stands now, then I'll probably go again on Saturday. Eventually I'd like to work it up to Monday, Wednesday, Friday, then add Saturday, then make it six days a week for an hour a day. We'll see how that goes. My goal is to be back to doing 2 km + ten minutes of treading water before the end of March. No real reason, just because I need a goal to work towards! I'll try to keep track and post updates on my distances here, to bore you with thoroughly! :)


Last evening I had a good chat with my friend, Dan. He and I both became single at about the same time, in much the same circumstances. It gave me a lot of hope that he was feeling much the same way about things as I was, in that we're both healing, but slowly. I read an article that said it could be up to a year before a person is back up to 100% after a relationship ends. I feel that I might be shorter than that because I had a "good" (if there is such a thing) breakup, but I'm definitely not going to rush it. I still feel lonely a lot of days, and I definitely miss Meg. But for the grace of God go I...


Tonight I got together with a local minister to talk about diaconal ministry (what I'm hoping to do eventually) and to talk about the differences between that and ordained ministry. It really set a lot of things in motion in my mind about how much I want to be a minister. I'm feeling that pull, and even though I'm worried about some aspects of it (like, how am I going to afford 8 years of school!?), I'm sure that things will come together. God wouldn't have it any other way!

Peace, dudes and dudettes.