As chasing after three kids somehow didn’t keep me in shape, I decided to take up swimming. Hair slicked beneath swim cap, I stopped mid-lap, gasping and clutching my sides, strained my eyes through my goggles and found the entire Simsbury High School swim team. Suddenly I was seventeen and back in the THS parking lot, learning to drive as the football team rolled in.
Two decades later, it doesn’t get any easier.