One of my dear college friends lives in Spain. Despite our distance, sometimes it feels like we are living parallel lives. We are both newly married, one-pet families, and we are both studying education. Today, on her blog, I read about another similarity: we've both been swimming recently.
Matt and I try to hit the community pool once a week or so. Admission is rolled in with our gym membership, so that's a gentle encouragement to go. I really enjoy the quiet time in the water. I have a system for keeping track of the laps I've done, so I mostly just push through and enjoy being a little fishy.
I am not quite as good as my friend Viola. Tonight, I swam 20 laps of 50 yards each. I am working my way up to a mile of swimming. But I do share a love of the water with her. There's just something good about working out without getting sweaty and gross. It does seem strange to me that, at the end of a set of laps, I have to come out of the water to breathe heavily, but I have not noticed any of the other hallmarks of heavy exercise.
I still love to run, and this is a good way to keep my workouts fresh and varied. Perhaps, one of these days, I will find a triathlon to do.