On some level, signing up for the Swim for Life was an act of blind faith. Faith in myself, that I would stick to a training regimen and not quit. Faith that my body would strengthen and change to meet the demands I would put upon it. Faith that the people I love would support me and cheer me on. Faith that I would come out of the experience changed for the better. That step in faith has guided my decisions for the last three months, as I have given over to the process completely.
A few weeks ago, we were asked to recommit to the team, which requires us to declare our intentions to see this process through and commit to to pay the difference if our fundraising goals are not met. I signed the paperwork without hesitation. Then I sent an email to as many people as I could think to ask for donations. I received one reply. The next week, practice was cancelled, due to a sewage leak and the makeup date was on a day which was impossible for me. Suddenly fear started creeping back in. Then practice for this past weekend was cancelled due to another sewage leak and it started to feel like the universe was literally poo-pooing my plans for success.
In the next few days, my biggest challenge will be finding a way back to the faith that has brought me this far in order to make it to the finish line.
