This week I went swimming laps two times. The first time was a rude awakening. Not only did the swim kick my ass, it was distressing just how poor I was swimming in otherwise good condition. I realized later I started way too fast, and went too early in the morning, before I had eaten anything.
Later in the week I went again, and went deliberately slow and focused primarily on the breaststroke instead of the freestyle. The second experience was much better than the first. I was able to get quite a few laps in and felt great afterwards.
I realized after the first time I went that I hadn’t been lap swimming since high school, when I was on the swim team… so since about 1986. Even though I’m in much better shape now than I ever was then, I don’t know how to swim anywhere near as good as I did then!
Here’s looking forward to many more swims!