A little time has passed since I last entered my local pool. What's the matter? The weather is favourable. I am physically in fine form. However, for some reason I feel un-enticed by the thought of stripping off, showering and entering the pool.
Just for today, I have decided to mention my inertia. It happens. I am taking time out, one day at a time and look forward to resuming my regular swims.
Easter Monday's episode of Coronation Street saw a throwaway remark by the character 'Peter Barlow' spark some anger with viewers when he referred to matriarch 'Blanche Hunt' as being dressed as a "mental patient" when she'd unwittingly turned up a few weeks early for a murder mystery weekend dressed as Amelia Earhart.
Several hours have past, since my latest satisfying swim at my local pool. The result of that 30 minute immersion is my current state of emotional tranquility, clarity of thought and last but not least, aching limbs.
After many days of preparation. Setting deadlines, and breaking them. Today, after a pep - talk, with my Mental HealthSocial Worker,I finally married intention with action and enteredmy local swimming pool ;) The shower prior my entering the pool was refreshing and the pool water was warm. There was ample space toswim. No one looked at me or, more to the point, myoverweight and desperately in need of exercise body.
After settling downin the pool, slowly swimming breastrokeand concentrating on my breathing. I found that I was able to drift off into a slight meditation.