When I was younger, my family didn’t go on vacation very much–or ever, really. But the few times we traveled away from the city I grew up in, finding out our hotel had a pool was exhilarating.
To this day, I still get the same excited feeling in my chest when I see the hotel I’ll be staying in has a pool. Most of the time I don’t utilize it, and I certainly never swim laps in it. Whenever I travel for work I tell myself I’m going to make time to exercise, but I tell myself a lot of things just to get me to shut up.
Finally, yesterday I swam laps at my hotel. Since it was an off time, I thought it would be empty, and it mostly was, but for some reason the only other person who wanted to swim decided to swim in my lane instead of one of the other 2 empty ones. Still, it was nice. I haven’t been lap swimming since the summer, and while time lately seems to be shooting forward as if a big, barking, slobbering universe is chasing it, returning to the pool brought me back to a simpler time. Okay, fine, not a simpler time–a warmer one.
What motivated me to finally use the pool at a hotel for lap swimming? Can’t tell exactly, but it could have something to do with the 2 donuts I ate right before, one of which was the equivalent of having chocolate cake with frosting for breakfast. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course…though I couldn’t even finish it (and if you know me at all, you know how ashamed I am to admit this).