Thank God for Fridays!

I have rediscovered my love of Fridays.

It's not that Fridays mark the end of my work week. With what I do, that's often not the case. Sometimes my work week ends on Thursday; sometimes it ends on the following Monday.

No, what's renewed my love for Fridays has nothing to do with work. It has to do with exercise. (Strange, but true.) Fridays are my swim days, and I love to swim.

I've returned to swimming only recently, and it's one of the best things I could ever have done for myself. It's proven to be the nudge I need to get all my other weight loss efforts back on track--not just eating healthier, but also exercising more. In fact, since I started swimming, I've been exercising 5 days a week. I walk four days a week--at least two of those days outside--and swim on the 5th day. Swimming is my reward for the other exercise I do during the week.

Swimming's proved to be the thing I needed emotionally, too. See, walking--especially walking outside--invigorates me. It wakes up my mind and my senses. Swimming soothes me. It calms my mind. Thirty minutes of laps releases the pent up tension and stress of the week.

I'm not a particularly strong swimmer. It's been nine years since I saw with any regularity, and my stroke is a bit rusty. But I'm finding it's a bit like riding a bicycle--you never completely forget. But I don't think I ever loved it more.