Back to the pool

So I've finally got back into swimming. Today was the first time in about two years. There's a municipal pool two minutes from my house and the annual subscription will cost about the same as one month at the gym used to cost me (before I stopped going). I reckon I'll get better results, quicker.

So what inspired me to go again? Perhaps it was coming across this photo of Olympic diver Matthew Mitcham? Looking at his average, so-so, kinda alright body made my vaguely gelatinous fluorescent midriff look not good at all. I comfort myself by saying that he's not actually a swimmer, but a diver. That's, like, not even a proper sport.

Photo by Adam Pretty taken from The Advocate article here.

Anyway, I got through my brisk kilometre of breast stroke and now I have panda eyes from the goggles and an aching shoulder: I have this tendinitis that just won't go away, part of the reason why I can't do the crawl. The other part is that I flail about, swallow water and don't move forward. Lessons didn't help.

A painful shoulder, yesterday. Found on pain.health-info.org

So, twice-weekly, a kilometre at each session. That's the plan. By the summer I'll either be highly toned or partially crippled. Luckily, both have the their admirers.