In a way, I suppose I am lucky that this forced break happened now. The pool is simply the best place to be in the afternoons. Perfect water temperature, sunny skies and the water cradling you. My little girl is a waterbaby, quite a natural but when I ask her if she would like to pursue it, she is quite sure that she is an artist, not a swimmer. So, I let her be and enjoy watching unadulterated joy as she does little dances under water. Her latest kick is in finding out how far she can jump into the pool with a running start.
I find myself enjoying swimming too, the silence under water and the breath for company. It seems to slow time away from the mad rush of everyday work and chores. There used to be a sense of restriction earlier, having the boundaries of the pool. But, now I find that there is no restriction to the depth available. And that is the playground of the breath. Quiet and powerful.
Running, especially when I increase my mileage makes me very skinny, almost skeletal despite increasing my food intake. Swimming doesn’t do that, it kind of just tones everything without making me look anorexic. Perhaps, I should consider swimming and running rather than just being a runner. Or maybe switch to just swimming? A bit blasphemous for a runner but all things are subject to change, no?