Before Zoe was born I was a triathlete. Love me some multi-sport summer fun. I was never especially competitive or fast, but I loved having an excuse to get outside and crash around in the summer. “But I’m TRAINING!” I would holler over my shoulder, as I stepped away from the oboe, the dirty dishes, or the argument with Steve and biked across Chicago to do an open water swim or a long run. I haven’t swum regularly since little girl was born. It just takes so long to drive to the gym and change and between the time I’m away from home working and the time I have to spend at home working I can’t justify any more time away from her. But now that she’s in SCHOOL I have some morning hours to reclaim. So for the past month I’ve been getting over to the Y once a week to swim. The first time I slid into the water I almost cried at the beauty of it. A couple of strokes in I felt sleek as an otter, slicing through the water with an effortlessne...