Well, yesterday I managed to get myself to the Y to swim. (When did workouts get so hard to fit into my day? How have I become so lazy?)
The pool is of 25-yard adequate length, but it tastes bad and is way too hot. But...
Sigh.
I love it. I get in the water, and it's like I can do no wrong. I glide through silkily — metronomic rocking from side to side pulses my way from one wall to the next, a flip turn divides the measures of the laps, and the sculling creates a steady current of jet propelled water behind me.
Of course, I'm not as fast or strong as I've been in the past, but it didn't matter. I am meant to be in the water.
I think I've done a decent job of developing my 'land legs' over the past few years, but sheesh - I get in the water and I just feel... finally... home.
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Lucky.
I get in the water and it's like watching an owl try to swim. And did I mention that I seem to have a chlorine intolerance and break out in a rash?
But I'm pretty sure pools everywhere need to start adding flavor packets to the water to make it taste better.
welcome home Curly Su!
I hear ya. I had the same feeling in the pool recently too. It was the most fun I've ever had in the pool in years.
Just try to remember that feeling and channel it this summer when your arms are beat up and the last thing you want to be doing is staring at that dumb black line for at least an hour...
That is my plan at least.
So glad you're enjoying getting back into the pool!! :)
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