fitness · inclusiveness · swimming

Shifting Currents

I have been interested in the history of swimming for a very long time. During the pandemic, I even recorded a series of videos demonstrating each of the strokes described in Everard Digby’s 1587 book “De Arte Natandi” (The Art of Swimming).

One of the best books around on swimming history is Karen Eva Carr’s “Shifting Currents”, a world history of swimming. It looks at evidence for swimming that dates back thousands of years. It also looks at why Europeans didn’t swim for centuries, and how important swimming was around much of the world.

Yet today, we often think of swimming as very European/North American, while African and Asian swimmers, in particular, seem rare.

When I lifeguarded as a teen, I remember there being exactly one Black man who came for lane swims. I never saw another non-white swimmer; not at lane swims, public swims, or taking lessons.

I have written about swimming as a transgressive activity in the context of women and larger-bodied swimmers. But there is an important history of excluding minorities as well. One of the most powerful moments in the American Civil Rights Movement came on June 18, 1964, when Black and White protesters went into a Whites-only pool in Florida together. A photograph of the owner pouring acid into the pool to force them out helped galvanize the Senate to pass the Civil Rights Act the next day, after an 83-day filibuster.

A black and white photo shows then 17-year old Mimi Jones and two other protesters screaming as James Brock pours acid into the pool. Photo: Bettmann/Corbis

More recently, women wearing modest swimsuits have been targeted. Tracy wrote about it here.

I have really noticed how the currents have shifted in recent years. Most of the people during public swims at my pool are from visible minority communities, and Burkini-clad hijabi women sometimes make up 10% of the patrons. Some pools also offer girls/women-only lessons and swim times.

My swim classes are made up mostly of students who are either immigrants themselves or the children of immigrants. My social media is filled with stories of excited adults (most of whom are Black) who are finally learning to swim.

We’re not where we need to be yet. But I like to think that we may be better n the way to truly inclusive spaces at our swimming pools.

Sat with Nat · swimming

Nat on 10 summer swims

My plan was to go swimming twice a week this summer at my local outdoor pool. It’s a short bike ride and with my new daytime availability I figured that was a very achievable plan. That would have given me 20 swims!

It started off strong with an evening swim with Michel on July 2 and I went the next day at lunch. It felt great to be back in the pool.

The next week I went twice and started finding my breath again. The strokes started feeling more natural. I still had to concentrate on breathing and form but I was struggling less.

My schedule got interrupted when I had a mole removed and I stayed out of the pool until the stitch was removed and the wound healed.

There were also missed days from the weather, lightening and smoke kept me away more than I had planned.

Nat sits against a brick wall in her swimsuit, smiling.

What struck me is how much my endurance and distance recovered over the summer, even with inconsistent effort. I had started the season covering about 500 meters and not being able to swim for 30 minutes. At the end of the outdoor swimming season I easily swam an hour covering 1,300 meters.

Same swimsuit, different day but this time I had my red swim cap on!

More importantly, I got into the meditative headspace where my attention no longer needed to be on my breath or technique and just stayed in the moment. Swimming is the one sport where time falls away for me.

I especially enjoyed outdoor swimming with the rippling sunlight dancing across the bottom of the pool.

Nat squints and smiles. It’s very sunny out!

This summer taught me that cycling to the pool is convenient and easy, especially with a bike rack inside the enclosure.

Next year I will keep an eye on the opening date, it was before Canada Day because the pool is heated, so I can get more workouts in.

I will also get a 3 month pass instead of a 10 visit pass. I think I can find time to go 3 or 4 times a week.

I really love swimming. I don’t have any goals other than getting a full body workout. I find that quite freeing.

fitness · swimming

Catherine and Diane both love open-water swimming, but Boston’s water isn’t cooperating

This week, Diane posted about the newest Ottawa-Gatineau open-water swim spots. If you missed it, you can check it out here. I’ve always been attracted to the idea of swimming in an urban environment. It feels adventurous and a little subversive. You are in nature, but also adjacent to architecture, machinery, roads, cars– all the features of the modern city.

This is no news to European city dwellers, who have their choice of open-water swim spots that have been designed for ease of access and are monitored for safety. The New York Times did a splashy (forgive the pun) spread featuring several of these swimmable cities, which you can see without a paywall here. I can’t resist sharing some of their photos below.

One of my fantasy vacations would be to do an open-water European swim tour. All I’d need would be my Speedo, a towel, and a public transport pass. Imagine that.

In the US, there are loads of lovely wild swimming spots in national and state parks and also more out-of-the-way but well-known-to-locals spots. I’ve enjoyed refreshing dips in Black Creek in Darlington, South Carolina and Oak Creek in Sedona, Arizona, to name a couple. Our friends at the NYT also covered cool US wild swimming holes are here.

However, if urban open swimming is what you’re looking for, the US is not the best place to find it. There are a handful of city beaches in coastal cities, and some places organize open-water urban swim events, but in general, access to urban waters is not legal or reasily accessible or safe here. Boooo…

In Boston, my hometown, there’s a yearly event called CitySplash, where people can sign up for a time slot to jump into the Charles River from a dock and paddle around with other enthusiastic urban swimmers. Some years, however, the bacteria levels are too high and the event gets canceled. I blogged about my own CitySplash experience here.

The dedicated people at the Charles River Conservancy have big plans to transform parts of the urban riverscape to allow swimming and splashing for people of all ages and swimming abilities. Here’s a rendering of what they envision, with public transport access, shallow and deep swim areas and places to hang out.

A possible future swim park in Boston, hopefully in my lifetime.
A possible future swim park in Boston, hopefully in my lifetime.

But it’s certainly not happening this week. Intermittently this summer, the Charles River has been the site of a cyanobactera alge bloom. And this week, that bloom expanded. You can see it below.

An arial view of the Charles River in Boston, with the orange area highlighted as a cyanobacterial bloom.
An aerial view of the Charles River in Boston, the orange area a cyanobacterial bloom.

The Cambridge public health department explains more here.

Algae and cyanobacteria (also called blue-green algae) are plant-like organisms that live in water. They can quickly grow out of control, or “bloom.” Some of these blooms produce toxins (poisons) that make people and animals sick. If you, your child, or your pet comes in contact with the water, rinse off immediately. Contact can cause skin and eye irritation, and inhalation or ingestion can cause respiratory irritation and other illness. If the blue-green algae are producing toxins, the health effects can be serious.

Practically speaking, cyanobacteria blooms mean no swimming, boating, paddleboarding, or fishing in the affected areas. Pets should be prevented from drinking the water, as it is harmful to them, too.

What causes these bacterial infections of our urban waters? A bunch of things, including pollution, runoff from hard rains, and increased temperatures. You can read more about it on the Environmental Protection Agency’s website here (which still mentions climate change, miraculously– don’t tell anyone…)

This is a pretty big problem for the planet, the environment, our water supply, and also our access to the joys of urban swimming. There are some things we can do to mitigate and respond to the causes, and I hope we can claim and reclaim some spaces in our cities for swimming and splashing.

Readers, have you done any urban swimming? Where was it? How was it? I’d love to hear from you.

cycling · fitness · swimming

Exploring Ottawa-Gatineau’s Newest Open Water Swim Spots

The National Capital Commission has opened several swim spots that are proving very popular, helping turn Ottawa-Gatineau into much more enjoyable river cities. The first was the River House, which opened in 2023. I wrote a bit about it here, after my first visit. Last year, it opened another one on Dow’s Lake, and this summer we got spots at the Museum of History in Gatineau and one at the base of Kiweki Point, right where the Rideau Canal empties into the Ottawa River.

I hadn’t made it to Dow’s Lake last year, or visited the new spots this year, so last week I headed out by bike with my friend Florence so we could try them all before they closed for the season.

We didn’t swim long at any of the venues but it still took us almost four hours to complete the route.

The first image shows the location of each of the swim spots and the Econ shows our route to get there. Most of the way was on NCC bike paths.
Clockwise from top left: Diane jumps in at Dow’s lake, then at the Museum of History (with Parliament Hill in the background), Florence and Diane head in together below Kiweki Point (with the Museum of History and Alexandra Bridge in the background), and Florence and Diane at River House.

To finish off, we joined a couple of swim club mates for an easy loop around a small private lake. That took us to a little over 1800 M of swimming for the day.

Florence floats in the water as Diane collapses backwards off the dock on a lake surrounded by trees, with blue skies and fluffy clouds overhead.

Strava tells me that ride was my longest in 2026. In fact, it was about 26.5 km for the day (my phone died for the last bit). That makes it my longest ride since 2024.

My conclusions?

  • The new swim spots are great. In addition to clean water, plus some swim lanes and islands for floating on or jumping off, they all have decent bike parking, lots of chairs/benches with pleasant views, and places to get food and drink nearby.
  • Silly challenges like this are the best way to get me moving, especially with friends.
swimming

Happy International Lifeguard Appreciation Day!

All of us who swim, do Aquafit, or just enjoy hanging out at the beach or pool with loved ones, are grateful that you are there to help keep us safe.

A woman wearing a lifeguard pinny, sunglasses and a hat sits atop a large lifeguard structure at a beach. There are palm trees in the background and two red rescue tubes at the base of the structure.
swimming

Swimming is for Life

I have fallen into a joyful corner of Threads that is full of adults learning to swim. Some are nervous, some are looking for stroke improvement tips, and some are absolutely bursting with pride at how much they have learned so far. Interestingly, most are Black women.

At the other end of the spectrum, I went for a swim at the lake this week with some experienced old friends. And by old, I truly mean old. At 65, I was one of the youngest swimmers there.

But also friends of long-standing. I have been swimming with some of them for over two decades. Others are newer friends to me, but there were fun overlapping circles of acquaintanceship.

A slightly out-of-focus selfie with most of the gang after our swim and brunch. I have known Lois, far right, since I first started swimming in Ottawa in 2003. It was through her that I met Penny (centre), and through Penny I met Debbie (in the purple flowered shirt). Penny and Lois swim at the same club. Penny and Lois also swim at the same pools as Theresa (in green), and Marina (front) on non-club days. I recognized Marina and Theresa as I have lifeguarded when they were swimming, but didn’t know their names.

That swim was part of my practice to complete my fitness test so I could return to work. We swam about 2 km, and I did as many stretches of head’s up freestyle as I could. I hate sprinting head’s up freestyle in the required speed with burning of a thousand fiery suns.

Friends, I did the test on Tuesday and passed! (By the skin of my teeth). Soon I’ll be able to see all these women from my usual spot on the lifeguard chair, when I’m not swimming alongside them to keep working on getting faster.

Best of all, I’ll be able to start teaching again, and encouraging more adults and kids to enjoy the sport that we can continue to enjoy well into our senior years.

accessibility · swimming

Sometimes Good Things Grow

Way back in 2013, I did my first Bring on the Bay (BOTB) swim, a 3 km swim in the Ottawa River to raise funds for Easter Seals.

In 2016 BOTB started to offer a swim angel program. It’s the largest program of its kind in Canada, and it’s an important contribution to making the event more accessible. I think is that’s very appropriate for an event raising funds for people with disabilities.

Coincidentally, 2016 was the year I had bunion surgery. I was very nervous about swimming that distance as I hadn’t done much training and was afraid I would get a massive foot cramp. My friend Nadine was friends with the guy who had dreamed it up after supporting one of his friends to do the swim the previous year. She offered to be my angel. She swam beside me and it gave me the confidence to keep going (but was prepared to get me help should I need it).

I couldn’t find a picture of us from BOTB that year, but here we are swimming at Meech Lake on a foggy day.

Fast forward a few more years and I was bored of swimming for myself, but thought it would be fun to pay it forward by being an angel. My swim team mate Sarah was interested in doing the race but was nervous because she had no open water experience. I volunteered to be her angel. She did great!

Sarah and I after our swim

The next year, Sarah convinced her mom to try. Irene did the 1.5 km route all in breaststroke. She now comes to Ottawa from Hamilton every year to do the swim.

Irene and I before starting our swim

Last year, I was paired with Penny, who it turns out I knew slightly as she often swam at the pool where I lifeguard. We did the 1.5 km race last year and this year she did the 3 km. Now 83, she was the oldest female swimmer (and may have been the oldest overall) this year.

Penny and I after our swim last year. Ignore that random hand on my shoulder; it is not AI. I cropped the photo.

This year, I was paired with Lisa. She had recently had surgery and was anxious. I was technically still recovering from my surgery but knew I could do the distance. We were well matched and took care of each other.

Lisa and I in the line waiting our turn to get into the water. There were 995 swimmers this year.

Nadine has moved away, but her influence is still felt in the Ottawa swimming community. She introduced me and several other friends to being swim angels. This year there were four of us out of 38 angels who met through her.

And the word has spread within my master’s swim club; four of us were angels, including Sarah, plus our former coach. Not bad for a tiny 35 member club.

Thanks Nadine – you really started something.

cycling · Sat with Nat · strength training · swimming · walking

Nat’s trying to “live like Doug”

It started as a joke a few years ago. My colleague Net would regale me with her retired husband’s adventures.

Each morning Net would wake up early to walk Rodney, her hilarious Rottweiler. Doug would jump on his bike. Net would log in to work before 7am. Doug would go for a swim. Net took her lunch at 11 and walk while Doug played hockey. Yes. This is all the same day.

Net and I would often meet at the end of her work day and I would always ask what Doug was up to.

Net would brief me on his myriad of activities and exclaim “I wish I lived the life of Doug!”

A few years later, Net retired and she joyfully does activities all morning then “whatever I want” in the afternoon.

I recently got a sweaty hug from Net on my morning walk with Michel & Lucy. She was biking to an aerobics class. We laughed and agreed she was “living like Doug”.

It’s a schedule I aspire to. And I’m giving it an honest go. On Tuesday and Thursday this week I walked Lucy & Michel. I then biked to the pool. I swam for an hour. Biked home. Then had a lunch walk with Lucy and Michel.

My bike, Myrna, at the pool

But then, then I had a GIANT NAP. It turns out I’m not in good enough shape to “live like Doug” yet. I’m trying. It’s going to take some time.

Me making a goofy face while having fun walking.

My summer plans include swimming, cycling and strength training but I also need recovery days. Yesterday (Friday) I decided I needed a recovery day instead of my planned bike ride. I was bone tired.

So it was an active recovery day of walking with Michel & Lucy, a short utility bike ride and a decent stretching session.

Me, continuing to be a goofy goober, on my bike.

Michel could care less what I accomplish in a day. His only concern is my wellbeing. He’s delighted I am finding a new daily routine that includes lots of activities.

An example of an active day. 183 minutes of exercise including walking, biking and swimming.

I did have sore abs on Wednesday that responded to gentle movement. I’m really looking to avoid injury as it feels like I have been in physio for one injury or another for YEARS.

So yes, Doug, I’m working up to being as active as you are every day. I bet by the end of the summer I’ll be able to fully “live like Doug”.

cycling · Sat with Nat · swimming · walking

Summer’s in full swing and Nat couldn’t be happier

Like many places in the Northern Hemisphere we have been experiencing a heatwave the past week.

It has messed with cycling plans, both for Michel and I.

I just saw him and about a dozen riders off at 6 am local for “Prettiest Town” a 300 km Randonneur brevet.

Originally Michel was to do the ride Thursday but it was canceled the night before due to the temperature. As were the rides scheduled Friday.

Now everyone is off and rolling, including myself. I’m going out for a peppy 50 km ride just as soon as this post goes live.

It’s been a marvelous week of getting on both my bikes. I had a nice 10 km recovery ride on my road bike, Ethyl.

I’ve gotten back into utility cycling. I picked up some groceries Monday.

Two reusable grocery bags sit on a bench, full to the brim with $100 of groceries.

I discovered my commuter bike, Myrna, can easily carry two bags of groceries. I love just a click from a grocery store and it felt good to stretch myself into cycling more.

Tuesday I visited a friend and got a 6 km ride round trip.

Wednesday was Canada Day and VERY HOT. A friend was moving so I provided a cooler full of Gatorade on ice and linen handkerchiefs for blotting our sweaty brows. They worked marvelously.

Lucy has been getting walks in the morning and evening, avoiding the worst of the heat.

Thursday, with the change in Michel’s schedule, we walked Lucy then did strength training in our basement. It was a day of enjoying unexpected time together.

It was lovely in the evening so we went to the closest outdoor pool for a lane swim. It felt amazing.

There’s something about dappled sunlight on the pool’s surface that feels magical.

Since I’m no longer racing in triathlons I just enjoy going through my drills and getting a few laps in. It’s about 600m in 30 minutes. I focus on my form and getting a full range of motion.

Friday was still hot so we got Lucy’s walk in early. I then invited Michel to bike with me to the pool for a 9 am laps session. It was busy but all the swimmers were familiar with sharing lanes and sorting out which speed lane they should be in.

Another 30 minutes or so and about the same distance felt good. My hamstrings complained as we biked home, extending out a bit to make the route a bit longer.

Walking, biking and swimming in the heat lead to a chill evening. Just what was needed for us to wake up at 4:30 this morning.

Being up before sunrise means you get some great views

I’m loving the variety of activities, especially the availability of so many lane swim times so close to my house.

Yes, I prefer it to be in the high 20s rather than “feels like 48”. I am also loving time to be active with Michel outdoors.

health · swimming

Last Swim for a While

By the time you read this, I will be in recovery following my heart valve replacement.

I’m grateful I was able to go into surgery relatively fit. It will help my recovery.

I’m even more grateful that we finally had some good weather and I was able to go for a bike ride on Friday.

And I’m especially grateful to this amazing group of women, my swim club lane-mates. I couldn’t ask for better pals and can’t wait to be back in the water with them.

Five women grouped together in a swimming pool, hamming it up for the camera.