I went for a swim today.
There shouldn’t be anything unusual in that, but there is unfortunately. In fact, until today, I’d not swum since November 24th. Which is, by a very long way, the longest gap I’ve had between swims this year. (I’ve a couple of gaps of up to a week, but they either preceded or followed a specific long swim). I can’t even use the excuse that I was doing other things, as that swim on November 24th was the last exercise I’ve done.
I posted just at the start of this period of inactivity about my illness and injury, and on top of that I’ve had a serious outbreak of ‘can’t-be-arsed-itis’.
But today I went to the pool.
And I swam.
At first a gentle 100m warm-up, then a few gentle 200m sets (I say ‘sets’, I was just swimming up and down, but resting at the end of each 200m). And then to finish I did 500m.
And it felt good.
The water was welcoming and I remembered how to do it. I’d even go as far to say that I enjoyed it – well I must have done, as I’m going again this evening!