I'm sure the first words out of the Dr.'s mouth when I was born weren't "It's a swimmer!", nevertheless that was life's ultimate plan for the years ahead. All growing up we spent summers in our grandma's pool and for a lot of us Gram would be our first coach. With my brother and sister along with cousins we would learn basic technique and the water became our second home. 'Reunions' were weekly if not daily. Swimming was my first love but sometimes life forces us to give up the things we love. At the age of 3 I was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure, more specifically Prune Belly; A kidney disease effecting 1 in 40,000. Attacking the immune system, reducing energy, and holding kidney function at 12-14% getting out of bed in the morning is nothing short of a miracle and everyday truely a blessing. When I was a Jr. in high school my swimming times began to slip and at first I didn't pay it much attention but I soon realized I was headed down a difficult road, a road that only went in one direction. Physically I didn't feel any different and for the next several weeks I wrestled with myself as I practiced. "Should I stay? Is it worth it anymore? What about the team?" Failure was knocking at my door and threatening what I loved. Without my hand on the knob the door opened and passion died. There was a moment standing waist deep in the water inbetween sets, everything slowed down and reality settled in my heart and sank to the bottom of the pool. Failure was not a choice but something I had to accept...or so I thought. For years after quiting the team I was bitter and angry, I didn't want to swim or even hear about swimming. I dont think my family understood where I was and quite frankly neither did I. Part of me died when I left and for those who have had a broken heart for whatever reason understand what I mean. Somewhere along the way my brother started to dabble in triathlons and other athletic events, soon my sister joined and before I knew it I had been sucked in as well. Emersed in a new journey, high school was in the past and another chapter in life was starting. Bitterness melted away and anger faded. "If you love something, set it free..." I don't recall who originally said this but for me this came true. I had a renewed love and a refined understanding and acceptance of the past. I moved on and gained a burning desire to rise above circumstance. Before I layed down and didn't fight, life will always find ways to knock us down but we only lose when we give up or give in. I'll push through the pain, I'll kick a little longer, I'll reach a little farther...I'll swim towards redemption

Friday, February 25, 2011

:45/123’                                                                                       2-24-11




Josh and I were instantly hooked after jumping into the freezing waters of Deer Creek that just 5 days after he and his buddy Gordon, who couldn’t join us at Deer Creek, made plans to go to Bountiful Pond and have a go at pushing beyond what we had done.

We met at the pond at 4:30. Josh came with Sabrina and their boys, Gordon brang his wife and kids, and I came alone. We unloaded the ladder and headed toward the first pier where we planned on jumping in. The water was much deeper right off the pier than we thought it would be, the ladder we lowered down barely reached the platform when it hit the bottom. Josh put in the thermometer and after a few minutes got a reading of 41 degrees, 5 degrees warmer than our previous jump.

Four of us were going to be getting in, Josh and his wife Sabrina, Gordon, and myself. We laid out our towels and blankets in preparation. Josh was first and without hesitation jumped and started swimming after about 9 strokes he did a flip turn and headed back. Seconds after Josh had pulled him out and gotten his towel wrapped around him Gordon was diving in and swimming as if it was his daily routine putting his face down and everything! It was really amazing to see him go after it like that, especially for his first time. When he got out and was drying off he experienced what Josh and I did a few days earlier…that addiction to the cold that takes hold of you and he was already planning for the next swim.

It was than my turn. I was really excited to see how it would be to swim in water of that temperature and see what I could do. Going into the swim I only had a couple loose plans of what I would do. Learning from last time I knew that first of all I had to do a ‘water polo stroke,’ doing this would keep my titanium plates out of the water and not cause any trouble. As for the second I didn’t want to push myself too far so I just planned on doing maybe 10 yards. Not a lot but I would be happy to just do that much. I swam out at a decent pace and was cold but it was definitely bearable. I didn’t have any idea how far I had gone but decided to turn back before I got out too far. Upon turning back I instantly felt my pace significantly slow down and after looking at the video it is easily evident that this occurred. I’m not sure if my muscles were tightened from the cold or what the exact cause was but it was an interesting experience. When I got out Josh wrapped my towel around me and I started to get dry. My body wasn’t immediately warm as last time, this time it took me a minute or two to get comfortable. Standing on the platform watching Sabrina jump in I also noticed that this time my feet didn’t hurt like before in fact they weren’t even cold, but my hands for about 20 minutes were very cold and numb. When they unthawed the tips of my fingers were burning and a little painful. I got my gps that I had inside my cap while in the water and it read that I was in for 45 seconds and went 123 feet! I was pretty happy I had reached just over 41 yards but at the same time was a little upset that I didn’t push farther. We can’t wait til next time! This addiction may very well put me in the hospital before I’m through pushing my boundaries…

                                          The ladder is fully extended!

Gordon, Josh, Sabrina, Jake(Me)
...Gordon has a video he posted on his blog:

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