Day 4: All going swimmingly...NOT!

 

Rain. Again. At this point, I’m starting to suspect the weather gods didn’t get the memo about summer.

With zero chance of outdoor frolicking, I turned to my rainy-day fallback: the pool at Mullingar Park Hotel (yes, I’m a member, and yes, I do occasionally use the membership).

There was a time—cue dramatic music—when I could swim 80 lengths like it was nothing. Those were the days! These days? Not quite the same story.

Last December, in a burst of optimistic delusion, I declared I’d swim 60 lengths regularly to honour turning 60. Well… let’s just say I’ve probably swum a total of 60 lengths this year. Ambition: 10/10. Execution: room for improvement.

But today, back to the pool I went. I flailed, I floated, I may have swallowed half of lane three, but I managed 20 lengths. A humble restart.

At this rate—and if this rain keeps up—I’ll hit my goal by Thursday. Maybe.

Every cloud has a soggy silver lining, right?