mets musings

Swimming....

...without my pool pal.

 I was going to give the trip to the pool a miss today as I'd been feeling unwell but decided on a compromise to swim gently and went bare armed. 

Usual people there; Man with Gold Chain who swims a leisurely crawl; Bobbing Lady who is as thin as a whip and has an unusual hybrid stroke and of course Fast Man who did his 60 lengths without any regard for his fellow swimmers- it's quite alarming to have someone speeding towards you in the middle of a lane having overtaken the person in front of him - he never veers from his torpedo-like path despite my death ray glares but this attitude of mine defeats my attempts at serene and mindful swimming. 

Minus the pool pal I had no idea how many lengths I had done - my idea was to swim without being competitive with myself but it felt pointless and I got bored. I tried to teach myself tumble turns but not very successfully. 

 I guess there has to be a point to doing things rather than just doing them for the sake of it. 

It's the same with drawing - I really only draw if there's a purpose to it - a deadline or to make something for someone or to develop new ideas. I'm sure I must be missing something by doing this - maybe I'm not living in the present moment as I am always thinking about the end result.  I shall have to meditate on that.