So... today I swam 15 minutes only. I got showered and dressed and sat in a shitload of traffic coming home but I feel fine. I figure that in the next 30 minutes (11am) I should start feeling bad, if it's going to happen. If I can make it to 1 pm, I'm totally declaring victory.
There are some good changes that have happened since last I swam at this gym. I was looked in the eye and greeted warmly by two staff members. (This is way more than ever, in total, greeted me warmly in the three years I went there every day.) All of the hair has been removed from the showers.
Part of the swim today was to check on all that and the state of the pool maintenance and to make sure that if my lungs approved, this pool was still a viable option. It totally is.
As soon as I kicked off from the wall the first time I instantly remembered that I really really really do love swimming and I was pretty sure I had come back too soon. I swam very slowly and decided that 30 minutes was 15 too many. So I did a few good laps and stopped a couple of times and swam some more and quit at 15 minutes.
So now I wait. To see if I can breathe.
Ok it is now 11:30 and seriously, I feel finer than ever. I'm not waiting until 1. I'm declaring victory now. Swimming is in my future. From here on out I will wean? my way back in - taper on? Whatever.
I feel like that 1. I will not lose my enjoyment of swimming. 2. I won't forget how to do it. 3. When my lungs get back to normal so will my swimming.
This is pretty giant for me. Just even the psychology of it is such a relief. Yeah!