In a nutshell
The plantar fasciitis on my left heel has been hurting ever since that day.
Subsequently, I think this has lead to other milder tendon injuries around the affected area.
I have almost stopped sports altogether.
Last week I bought a new pair of swimming goggles and finally had a chance to try it tonight.
I gingerly lowered myself into the pool.
The dip in temperature from my waist upwards... could greatly be felt.
I paddled myself across the pool to warm up.
Easy, take it easy.
There was no one else in the pool but me.
Well, I was concentrating.
On the most efficient way to swim freestyle.
I closed my eyes.
Backing myself against the wall, I gave a kick and propelled myself.
I felt the water slip through my arms and waist and legs.
It was almost like a cold towel wrapping around me.
My ears were now submerged.
I could hear myself breathing. the shallow panting.
The chords resonated deeply in the water.
I could hear myself struggling.
And struggling.
And struggling. Lap after lap.
Its been a long time since I heard myself.
And my goggles fogged.
I felt a searing hotness in my eyes.
And I heard a voice.
Someone was crying silently, but surely.
When I surfaced the water, it stopped.
When I plunged in, it started again.
This rhythm went on.
Finally, I had to stop to take a good breather.
I dried my eyes, and flung the water off my goggles.
I regained my breath.
And yes, it dawned upon me.
Though bitter,
what I have gone through since that day, is altogether beautiful, and wonderful to me.
That I should remember the good things that God has blessed me with.
And the strength He has given me.
And how He has provided my family, and watched over me.
And that,
above all things,
I should once again,
Seek Him.
Subsequently, I think this has lead to other milder tendon injuries around the affected area.
I have almost stopped sports altogether.
Last week I bought a new pair of swimming goggles and finally had a chance to try it tonight.
I gingerly lowered myself into the pool.
The dip in temperature from my waist upwards... could greatly be felt.
I paddled myself across the pool to warm up.
Easy, take it easy.
There was no one else in the pool but me.
Well, I was concentrating.
On the most efficient way to swim freestyle.
I closed my eyes.
Backing myself against the wall, I gave a kick and propelled myself.
I felt the water slip through my arms and waist and legs.
It was almost like a cold towel wrapping around me.
My ears were now submerged.
I could hear myself breathing. the shallow panting.
The chords resonated deeply in the water.
I could hear myself struggling.
And struggling.
And struggling. Lap after lap.
Its been a long time since I heard myself.
And my goggles fogged.
I felt a searing hotness in my eyes.
And I heard a voice.
Someone was crying silently, but surely.
When I surfaced the water, it stopped.
When I plunged in, it started again.
This rhythm went on.
Finally, I had to stop to take a good breather.
I dried my eyes, and flung the water off my goggles.
I regained my breath.
And yes, it dawned upon me.
Though bitter,
what I have gone through since that day, is altogether beautiful, and wonderful to me.
That I should remember the good things that God has blessed me with.
And the strength He has given me.
And how He has provided my family, and watched over me.
And that,
above all things,
I should once again,
Seek Him.