An old friend

I just went swimming for the first time in more than a few months and loved it. I can think of few feelings that are better than knowing its just you and the water. Time seems to pause as I swim rhythmically across the pool, stroke by stroke, back and forth. Life becomes much more simple and I forget about everything going on around me as I concentrate only on the next stroke and the next breath. Exercise has always been my form of therapy and while I was never an amazing swimmer, I am convinced that the sport saved me during some rough patches in my youth, especially in high school. Without it, I would have been a lot more screwed up than I already was, and am. :) But swimming was an outlet for my frustrations and my heartache. It has always been there for me and has never let me down when other people have. Sometimes it was the only thing I felt like I could control. I couldn't control friends or family or anything else, but the water... I had complete control over how I moved through it. So while I certainly love rugby, and all other sports for that matter, swimming has always been my first love. And I know that even though I may desert it for awhile, swimming will always be there whenever I decide I need to go back.