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That feeling

I rarely write off the cuff preferring to plan my story, carefully forming and editing in the hope of making an interesting read and generally inspiring or motivating others.

But tonight is different. Ive just left the pool having completed my swim test and in doing so - my longest ever swim of 1500m.

I don't always/ever live in the moment and often spend time worrying about the past and the future. Things I can't control but can't or haven't yet is probably a more positive way of putting it figured out how to manage it all.

Tonight I pushed my body further that I expected I could. Ive been very worried about tonight's session. Not sleeping properly last night and following that up with a long day worrying in work today.

But tonight it was worth it all. I jumped out of the pool at the end and sat on the side to catch my breath, seeing stars but managing to stay upright I got to enjoy my self-euphoria. I was tired hunger and sore but I felt an amazing sense of accomplishment. I know should my quest for M dot go as planned over the next year this swimming distance will be nothing. But today it's something. It's special.

Living in the moment is so important for mental wellbeing. Being present in whatever moment you are in. Sometimes easy and sometimes so very hard.

Pushing our bodies is hard and uncomfortable and mentally tough but the rewards are great.
That moment at the end. It doesnt last long in the memory and you can't ever get back the exact feeling, that simple wonderfulness.
Knowing you achieved this yourself, with raw physical strength and more importantly strong mental strength.

I'm writing this now to enjoy this feeling again.

Now to see how I'm ever going to manage to cycle 90k in the mountains and run a half marathon.
But for now, back to today, back to this moment, this achievement and this wonderful feeling .

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