I started swimming again after a two-month hiatus for marathon training and a short break after the marathon.
Last night, I went to a local high school pool and swam a mile. You know, it sucked.
The 25-meter pool was in a cavernous, soulless space. It was dark and cold, a far cry from the beautiful, 50-meter outdoor pool I swam in all summer.
The sharp chlorine stung.
It felt like a treadmill, and I was rusty and exhausted before I even started.
“I. Don’t. Want. To. Be. Here.” I told myself again and again. But on, I swam. I swam a mile, and then left. I didn’t feel better when I finished.
Now I’m exploring another option for swimming this winter because I can’t stomach the thought of spending every Saturday morning there. And the hours are limited and inconvenient, anyway.
I’m writing this as an example of what life is. Sometimes it just sucks, and sometimes there isn’t a silver lining, and you just have to push on.