This week has gone more slowly than any I can recall. Why? Because I can't swim. And if you asked me six months ago if missing a public pool would torment me like days without food or sunshine, I would say you were nuts.
But here is where is sit. In the middle of an interminable week waiting for the pool to re-open. Waiting to get into the lukewarm water and push my own wake from side to side, clicking my lap counter, concentrating on my breathing. My hands cutting through the surface, cupping to hold pockets of bubbles as they slide away. Feeling the effortless glide on those rare laps when I get it all just right.
Damn... I miss the pool.
Nothing else feels like it. Not running, which sucks. Not the elliptical trainer, which would be hellishly dull were it not for the TV. Not biking, which I can't do because of the rain. Not even the Wii, which has recently caused one of our guests to strip off layers of clothes from the exertion.
Come Monday at 6AM I will own that lane. Every damn molecule of it from tip to tail. I'll find the forty second lap if it takes every muscle in my body to do it. And it will feel magnificent.
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