the blue mile

Having suffered two minor injuries (one whilst diving into water and the other by simply swimming) I have, rather ironically, been unable to swim without pain since the summer. So, apart from a lido dip in December (brrrrr) I haven't bothered.

Last night I had the third in a trilogy of swimming dreams, so today I faced the water.
It must have been a chlorinated calling.
I pushed myself to swim a mile, the effects of which I will no doubt discover tomorrow.

For now though I feel good for it.

We did relay swimming today in our house. Once I returned the others left for a different pool, so that they could use up some energy by jumping relentlessly onto the back of a man who hates public swimming pools. He so got the short straw.

Fin is still unwell so didn't make it into any water today.

When I was hanging up the goggles in the bathroom earlier I stopped to look at this picture. It is little Finlay, almost two, in a bath in Edinburgh.

This picture reminds me of a happy water moment.

Incidentally, my washing machine is broken and it has rained almost all day.