A beginning.

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From the time my alarm rang at 9 o’clock in the morning, to the moment I began my slow descend into the water, two hours and 40 minutes had elapsed.

I signed up back at one of the Denver Y’s, this one my old haunt. I first started going to the Y when my son was 3 months old, and stopped going to this particular Y when he was 13 years old. Now, 6 years later, I have been to other gyms, walked in my neighborhood, have gained more weight…