Just keeping it real . . . .
Once again I will attempt to keep a journal. Blog, I mean. I never stopped swimming by the way. I just stopped writing. Now, for some reason, I feel a need to put my thoughts to “paper”. I’ve returned to my roots and gone back to swimming distance. And not short distances, either. Winning is addictive, I suppose; not that I’m entering anything remotely nationally ranked or anything, just local stuff. But I really enjoy the workout. The going 7-8000 in a workout for some reason floats my boat. Even when I feel like my arms are about to fall off, I find myself grinning even while I am slogging away at it. It’s a sickness, truly it is. But there you have it. It’s nice to be reinvigorated in my swimming, and to find myself getting faster too.