- Swim team is lifelong, family affair
- Venturing out of the comfort zone for a good cause
- Creating a tradition of giving
- Information overload
- More than a class, Stacie's Otters is a life lesson
- Learning the Ropes and other hints at the Y
- What gets your moving?
- Learning a life skill
- Fitting it all in during the holidays
- Trying to get it all done
Not 12 anymore? Say it isn't so
- Ronda Graff
With every stroke into the water, a tinge of pain shot through my left shoulder. I had avoided the YMCA pool for more than a week but dove in Wednesday morning for a brief workout.
At the end of the first lap, my shoulder pulsed with a dull pain but I wanted to see if the discomfort would ease up after I got warmed up.
Twenty laps later, I pulled myself out of the pool, glad that I had completed the swim workout but grateful that the hot tub around the corner was ready and waiting for me.
My shoulder doesn’t normally hurt when I’m swimming. But last week, I learned that I’m no longer 12-years-old.
I learned - make that relearned - that I don’t heal as quickly after I injure myself.
I quickly learned that I cannot hit the ground and just pop right back up like I did when I was young. I learned that I can be covered in mud, riding down the highway after wrecking a bicycle, and no one will bat an eye…but that is an issue for another column.
In the midst of all the rain last week, a couple friends and I decided to ride the gravel roads south of McCook on our bicycles.
We were training for a race in an area which had also seen a lot of rain, so we figured our muddy roads would perfectly replicate the conditions.
After an hour on the gravel roads, we had just a four-mile stretch before the ride ended. But that four-mile stretch was muddier than everything we had ridden all day.
On just the second hill, my bike went out from under me in the soft layer of mud.
In the blink of an eye, I had flown over my handlebars, slamming my shoulder into the dirt road, which may have been soft on the top but was hard-packed just under the surface.
Over the next week, I glanced at the pool every time I entered the YMCA, but knew the movement of lap swimming would test my pain tolerance.
But I also knew the water would limit stress on my joints and help heal my muscles.
Many people underestimate the value of the pool, both as a form of exercise and for recovery.
But every day, the aquatic area sees a constant stream of people using the pool and hot tub for a variety of reasons.
Every weekday morning, the exercise classes fill the shallow end of the pool, offering both fitness and socialization.
People on the mend after surgery use the pool as a way to rebuild strength, stamina and movement. And lap swimmers criss-cross the pool for hours on end, finishing with miles and miles to their credit.
Thankfully, my shoulder is on the mend after the bike accident and lap swimming is back on my training schedule.
I’ll try to take it easy and remain grateful that there is equipment and a great pool at the YMCA to help me both stay in shape and recover after these somewhat frequent mishaps.
But I can’t make any claims that I have learned my lesson; nor that I won’t do something to remind me that I’m not 12 anymore.
After all, it’s not like this is the first time I have injured my shoulder.
This isn’t even the first time I’ve injured my shoulder this year.
An injury to the same shoulder from a treacherous sledding accident in February is still nagging me.
Guess, I’ll never learn.