something about short winter days has sent me back into the water for my cardio fix. it's amazing to me what my body remembers of swimming. it comes back as i lap back and forth, stretching forward and pulling liquid power through cupped hands. i love the feel of water streaming along my skin, up and over my lower back. i keep trying to perfect my form, remembering exactly what a tall man shouted at me from the side when my lungs were working so hard to breath every three strokes instead of two. i still can't seem to keep my head down for the freestyle, it wants to look forward, see where i'm going... even though my neck hurts. and the breaststroke is a smooth ride, feet point and flex, point and flex. i like to pretend i'm a fish.