I went swimming this morning. In an actual swimming pool.
The reason this is notable is because the last time I swam at all was about five seconds of halfhearted bobbing up and down in the Mediterranean Sea in July 2015. The last time I swam in a pool (or rather, managed to flounder about for about half a length of a ten-metre pool before my chest felt like it was going to explode) was January 2013, when Geth and I were in the Bahamas for our honeymoon.
I did manage a bit more than five metres today. I managed six lengths of what we estimate is a twenty-metre pool, with breaks in between lengths, so a hundred and twenty metres in total. It was still much harder than I expected it to be, given how much fitter I am these days with all the running.
I probably just need a bit more practice (I’ve never been that good at swimming). Not that I’m going to get it any time soon – I barely have time for my running at the moment, let alone swimming as well! I will try and make more use of pools when I’m in hotels though, so that I don’t end up leaving it for another five years.