I am grateful for a little extra inspiration during my swim workout tonight. Our coaches are slowly ramping up our yardage at each workout. Tonight I had 1550 yards to do (almost, but not quite, the total length of what I will swim during the race), the last 300 of which were two sets of 150s (that’s 6 lengths of a regular pool) that I was supposed to swim at a pretty good clip. I got about halfway through the first one and was already thinking that I would just skip the second one. After all, the race is still more than four months away—what harm will it do if I skip the last 150 yards of this workout?
And then I thought about my girl. And what it was like to lose her. And how many other parents have lost their children or whose children are currently facing life-threatening diagnoses of blood cancers. And what a struggle every single day is for them.
I kept swimming. My girl’s spirit is still so hard at work. And I’m so grateful for it.