As I grasp the metal chains with my legs dangling from the swing, most people probably pass by wondering what “that crazy girl” is doing. But I really don’t care.

This past summer I decided to take my iPod, flip-flops and my out-of-shape self to the Hollandale park to go swinging. I started pumping my legs for three minutes straight, tapping my foot on the peak of the dome-shaped swing set.

My bangs blew in the air. It was exhilarating. But there was a problem. I was panting like a parched dog. After one song worth of swinging, I slowly made my way to the nearest bench because my heart was beating at an unbelievable rate.

I seriously thought my arms and legs were going to explode at any minute. That didn’t stop me from coming back almost every single day that summer. Even if it was blistering hot out, I put my headphones in and burned calories.

At first, my intention was to get in shape, but now that’s just a perk. It’s my own place where no one can bother me and is available at any time free of charge. Frigid temperatures didn’t stop me this past winter. I thought that they would, but one day I just needed to let off steam. I put on gloves, a hat and an extra layer of pants and I was good to go.

It’s something that I just can’t get enough of. I dance in the air to the melodies of Rascal Flatts when I’m blissfully happy. Sometimes I play angry music and kick my foot on the top bar and get blisters from the chains.

Many might wonder why I chose swinging as an exercise regimen in the first place. I really can’t explain it to anyone’s satisfaction. Swinging is supposed to be for little kids. That’s what people think at least. Maybe it’s time you find something that brings you great happiness. It may be embarrassing at first, but sometimes you just have to let loose.

People can stare all they want. I’ll wave back at people and listen to the faint sounds of honking as my music blares in my ears. While the music helps me block out all of distractions and doesn’t make me very approachable, visitors are welcome.

I’ve had people of all ages come and visit me. Just lately, a little girl named Olivia wanted to play with me. Not knowing who she was, I was leery to take off my headphones, but she was persistent. Eventually I spun her around in the swing and her uncontrollable laughter reminded me to live in the moment.

I’m not sure if I’ll ever outgrow the swing set. It’s something that I can always count on to be in my life. Am I obsessed with swinging? Some might say so. And I’d have to agree, but it’s doing no harm to me. It’s done wonders.

Flying in the air has unexpectedly reminded me that I need to place myself in the present and not focus on regrets. Find something that allows you to reconnect with yourself. Sometimes the simplest things can change your life. It did for me.

Rachel Rietsema is a student journalist at Northwestern College in Orange City, Iowa, and grew up in Hollandale. She is a contributor to the Albert Lea Tribune.