The other day I posted a video in my You Tube widget from Burt Lancaster’s 1968 avant garde film The Swimmer. This was not coincidental, as upon moving into my new digs, one of the bits of information I gleaned was not only does the townhouse community have tennis and basketball courts, but they have a pool. (!)
I’ve not been swimming in years, but between disability and weight issues, I think it could only help. I’m pretty sedentary. So the other day I took a test swim. I’m generally up early, and decided if I went first thing I wouldn’t be disturbed (any more than I already am) and would avoid the direct Sun of mid-day.
It’s a small pool, no diving allowed, and not very long. But, it worked for me. My only complaint is it’s being small, the laps aren’t very long – as if I could swim an Olympic pool length, anyway! And, given my size, I do resemble a big dog in a kiddie pool.
But, we’re gonna keep at it. Perhaps as the Summer winds down it will feel less like bathwater. And maybe, eventually, one of my muscles will become toned.