I used to be a swimmer. A competitive swimmer. Complete with 2 workouts a day, weight training. Short course in the winter. Long course in the summer. Five AM workouts before school. Sometimes logging in over 10,000 yards a day. Those days are long gone. Believe it or not, I miss it sometimes. I still swim occasionally. Not as often as I'd like. In my old age I've found that swimming is therapy to me. The rhythmic strokes. Going back and forth, up and down the pool. My head is always clear after a swim. And today was no exception. Joy in swimming after all these years.
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