My first week was pretty dismal after the first two days, but I’m happy to report that I swam 1/2 mile yesterday. Here’s the latest spreadsheet. That’s the kind of distance I need to do if I’m going to knock off these remaining 25 miles by April.
Swimming is happiness to me. When I’m soaring through blue-green tranquility, no sounds but my own bubbles, it’s the one time when everything is OK. Or I can make a splash in the world if I want. What could be better?