I am gradually becoming a chlorine shrivelled husk - but possibly a slightly fitter husk than before. I am obsessed by the stats on my Pool Pal (actually it's a Pool Mate but David Sedaris' tale of the Stadium Pal men's catheter always gets into my head)
Today I swam 63 lengths - I don't like it being an odd number but they'd put the Bruce Springsteen on the PA system which is always a prelude to the Aqua Fit class at 7 o'clock and that's time to get out. I think they only have two songs as it's either Born in the USA or Blondie's Sunday Girl.
I am swimming really as a way of making myself fitter and am challenging myself to do more and more each time. I am horribly competitive - not an attractive trait really,but I can't help it.
An extra bonus is the discovery that swimming is quite a Mindful exercise - as I swim I count my strokes which is a bit like a mantra and I am concentrating on how my arms and legs are moving and aware of all the muscles stretching out and contracting. Under the water there's the sound of breathing out which is steady and rhythmic. Where I fail in my Zen-like approach is my intolerance towards swimmers who don't obey the lane etiquette - I really need to show some Loving Kindness there.
As for my teeth - I have a titanium post stuck in and had an impression made for the crown -the moulding stuff is totally vile - quite the most unpleasant stuff I've ever had in my mouth (no,wait a minute- I once ate some disgusting Norwegian cheese that looked like an Art Gum rubber). I paid half the bill (still not managed to convince dentist to take a picture as part-payment)and I go back in a few weeks for the finishing touches. I described it all in detail to Theo as a warning to always respect and look after his teeth.
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