Swimming on a Sunday

Well I finally got myself back into the gym. Today I felt I would go truly mad unless I got a break from work and some decent exercise, so off I went to go swim at the gym. The place was like a morgue (apart from the irritating dance music that blared from the speakers, of course) and I realized the only people that come to the gym on a Sunday, are those that either don’t want to be seen, or lack a social life. Women who don’t want to be seen huffing and puffing on the treadmill in lycra tops that are too-tight, or rather skinny men struggling to bench-press 10 kilos in the weight section. This comforted me as I put on my whale outfit – yes my lovely blue costume and cap. What a sight. I prayed no-one would recognize me, as I waddled towards the pool. It was blissfully empty, so I had a choice of all lanes, and naturally I chose the one with the mettle steps and easiest escape route. Despite the crappy music and smell of chlorine it was my little piece of heaven for 20 minutes. I fantasied about doing 40 lengths of breaststroke in a smooth and graceful way, gliding through the water, but after a few aches and pains, and a less-than perfect technique, I settled for 10. My baby must have thought “what the hell is this?” as apart from yoga and a few walks, I have not been that active since falling pregnant. Even when I was active and fit, I was pretty sports specific and swimming has never been my favourite form of exercise. Never the less, it de-stressed me and I enjoyed the quiet time with myself. I also found being in the water, calming and soothing. After my lengths I did a few stretches and then just bobbed up and done for a while, before leaving. Now the challenge is to be dedicated enough to make it a regular occurrence…

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