Swimming
I’ve gotten back into swimming. I haven’t been out swimming for a long time; suffice to say that I took it up semi-seriously in 1989/90. I was never a particularly good swimmer, I’m still not, and I came late to learn to swim for my childhood fear of the water. This in itself is unusual given that I grew up in the Eastern Suburbs where the swimming culture runs ramp in the collective blood of its residents. Besides, I'm a Pisces. I finally got the hang of swimming by age 11, albeit tentatively. At then, at 19, I decided to get fit and do laps at UNSW pool. Twenty unbelievably quick years on and here I am, back in the Uni pool with a seeming vengeance to swim like a warrior with a mission, and as often as I can. I’ve been back to the pool sporadically during the intervening years but never to any pervading purpose or plan. There was an awkward period of a few years when the acquatic centre was being totally refurbish...