This afternoon, I swam laps for the first time in over five years. Actually, it was the first time in as long that I have waded into a swimming pool beyond chest level; putting my head underwater felt wonderful, but I was too afraid to open my eyes. Swimming in a bikini is difficult.
Since I've been out of the pool-loop (see what I did there?) for so long, I experimented with all of the ways I used to swim: the backstroke, the freestyle crawl, the breast stroke, the side stroke. I must have looked like a blind, mentally disabled puppy that had been thrown into the water. The only other people in the entire complex were a Japanese mother and her six year old son, who was wearing tight blue leggings and had a matching flotation device strapped to his back. We raced across the shallow end, and I won handily.