For the first time, I felt like I truly got the breathing right. It wasn’t perfect, but it worked. I could swim without panicking, without holding my breath too long, and without breaking my rhythm. That one missing piece finally felt like it was starting to fall into place. I swam three laps—a big jump from the one lap I managed before. Not just more distance, but better form, better flow, and better feeling.
I think I’ve found the right direction. Now it’s time to polish, refine, and keep practicing.
