I say brain fart because I was weird from grog, tired from the end of a weekday, a little too excited by guacamole and it was the middle of the night... but I wanted to go swimming.
I turn to my partner and say I want to start swimming because exercise, amirite?
My partner shrugs because he's totally supportive of all the weird ideas I have but he's not a super strong swimmer or remotely close to the idea of reliving the water baby years (probably because he didn't get to have them).
This launched a mini discussion I had across the room with the wife of the house, mother of one of the guys I lent my maths work to in high school as we both gushed over The Little Mermaid.
The movie was the most important thing to my toddler and child life. I apparently learned how to work a tape deck just to watch it over and over again. I launched myself in to many bodies of water and may have almost drowned a couple of times doing so... along with trying to talk under water.
I love pool days, I loved beach days, I loved swimming. But I got older and more body conscious and ended up where I am today - a nervous wreck whenever I think I feel seaweed and hesitant to don any style of swimsuit.
I say today - but it's more last two days ago. Well, in terms of the swimsuit stuff - I still dont like swimming in the shallows at the beach.
THINGS LIVE IN THE SEA OK IM JUST TRYING TO BE RESPECTFUL GOSH.
Anyway, I went swimming this morning. I told my ma I wanted to get into it because swimming makes me happy and it counts as exercise. So we headed down to the pool, did a few laps and I was that stupid kind of happy all morning.
I love water. I love swimming... but most of all it's strange. It's strange to be back in the water. Its also a huge wake up call. I was out of breath, I was totally unprepared to swim with long hair and OH GOD I CAN FEEL MY ARRRRMS.
Day one, done. Let's keep going :)
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