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September 19, 2016

Swimming

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Emboldened by the fact of my children being enrolled in school between the hours of 9 and 3, and inspired by blog Swimming Holes We Have Known (which had me craving blue waters all summer long), I joined the university swimming pool last week, which is conveniently located minutes from  my house and the playschool. For a half hour every day, I’ve been swimming lengths in the medium-slow lane, usually just after writing my daily 1000 words of my novel (which hit 71,000 words last week) and so I’m usually mediating on problems of character as I swim (and also pondering what Mad Men has taught me about storytelling). The last time I swam regularly was when I was pregnant with Harriet, which I wrote about here, and so the whole experience in terms of senses and psyche is tied up with the feelings of physical well-being I felt during that time, and also something womb-like, which is not original or such a stretch, but still. It’s the only kind of exercise that I don’t hate—that I love, even (though we’re only one week in, but still there’s something to this).

One thought on “Swimming”

  1. Rohan says:

    I love being in water but have never learned to swim properly. I blame terrible experiences with sadistic swimming instructors as a child, forcing me into deep water when I was terrified and insisting I put my face under water — even pushing me under! I envy you your facility. Maybe one day I’ll get up the nerve to take adult lessons!

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