I've been having an affair...

...and neither my husband nor I knew about it. I mean yes. I knew I wasn't having much sex at home. I knew how much energy I was spending--60 minutes of nearly every day, in the sensual pre-dawn hour--away from home. Swimming. In the pool. Hard. And it's been good. Ahem.

I love my husband dearly, but I'm exhausted at night when I see him, both of us drained from working at start-ups and putting in the obligatory 2 hrs per day of contact sports with our two insane boy children. And I love swimming in the morning. I mean I really love swimming in the morning. I have to have it. It feels so, so, post-orgasmic to complete a hard swim and enjoy the putty-state of my muscles and the stillness of my mind after I rinse off the chlorine and lube up with lotion and drive away from the pool as the sun is still only rising. All good (especially for my bicep and ab definition), until last week, when I realized what I've been missing.

Last week I read Hump - an inspiring collection of jealousy-inducing writing and experience that mainly chronicles moms in Silicon Valley who actually continue to have hot(!!!) sex with their husbands despite kids and homework and carpools and work and workouts and exhaustion. Frequent sex. And did I mention hot?

Hump was written by Menlo Park's own very talented Kimberly Ford, whose husband Bill (featured prominently in the book BTW, in ways most of our husbands would not allow themselves to be featured (kudos Bill!)) happens to have been my son's AYSO soccer coach last season, which is how I met Kim, and how I found Hump, and how, well...Gosh. I love soccer.

Anyway, as I read Kimberly's own declarations about her love for sex with her husband - about the release from the mundane and the self-affirmation and the recharged sense she gets from it, I couldn't help but think, "Hey! That's just, like, how I feel after swimming!"

Well, shoot. Clearly, I've been cheating on my husband. With the local pool. Or at least, I'm letting my stiff swim and steamy post-breaststroke cup of coffee at Borrone satisfy my most basic physical desires. Something, obviously, had to be done.

After reading Hump, I had a few ideas. Love to go into them, but then I might be divorced and the whole sexual revolution in my household would be for naught. Let's just say none of these ideas involves missing a swim. I do, after all, have a race coming up.

Sarah has a personal and team swim blog called Waterblogged.