smell like chlorine

15 June 2005 @ 00:44
my mood

I spend my days in the water, purposefully drowning myself as I focus on moving slowly and keeping my stroke from falling apart. Ages ago, my body had been trained to move quickly through the water. Now that will only wear me out. Must move slowly, must conserve engery, must survive 800 yards. As I reach for the bottom of the pool, I think of mundane things. Visa interviews. Flip turns. Luggage. Breathing. Odd chores. Stroke position. Warts. Numbers. Pet names in foreign languages. Heart rate. All while moving forward.

Right, left, right, left, right & breathe. Repeat.

I come home smelling like chlorine. I think I missed this, although doing it alone is, well, terribly lonely.

Tchauzinho,
--Annie

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