Posted at 08:41h
My life is water. From water I have come, of water I am made, and into water I jump every day.
It's a mysterious substance. It brings life. And my teammates and I can manipulate it better than most. We move backward and forward, scull and jump, left and right, below and above.
On early mornings, I abhor water. Its still and serene poolside appearance aligns with my morning calm, yet as I break its surface, I see it tells lies. It now manipulates me, disrupting and piercing my stiff body with cold, forcing it to wake up, to move, to get warm.
I become aware of my breath. My life is water, yet water is also death. I careen my body to breathe, to open my mouth to air and water, making sure oxygen is inhaled and water is spouted back into the pool. An art becomes thoughtless survival.
My life is water!...