A Tired Body, A Floating Spirit

Last night was incredibly difficult — we spent it at the hospital after my wife’s father was admitted due to complications. We only got home around 3:45 a.m., and I barely slept at all. 

Naturally, I wasn’t at my best today. I was drained, both mentally and physically. Swimming under those conditions? Far from ideal. But I still showed up. That alone feels like a small victory. 

I didn’t perform like usual — and that’s okay. What mattered today was that I tried. I did manage something that made me proud: I practiced back floating, and for the first time, I felt like I could float confidently and calmly for as long as needed.