The circulation pump broke, the first weekday of non-summer. Coincidence? No, no, I won’t suspect anything without more, but ouch.
It’s day 5 of no pool now, they await a part for repairs, with no announcement of when they expect it fixed.
I hurt on Monday. I hurt on Tuesday. Then, things started cramping and contorting and I lost all memory of my center, well, the approximate one I had been striving for. I am miserable. I have tried some short 2 mile walks. They did not go well. It’s mentally difficult to remain focused on form so intently when the world bombards with stimuli, not to mention requires monitoring for safety purposes. Add the solitude of a swim lane to the list of reasons rehab in the pool is so much easier.
I imagine I must keep walking, and maybe try it more come winter, but those are plans to dwell on later.
Pain has led to binging on food for distraction, and that pipe dream weight goal is probably well out of reach by now. Damn. Damn. Damn. I really was beginning to think I had a chance of getting under 200 before winter.
Maybe next year...
Presuming the pool is fixed by then...
Oh, but there will be rec swimmers and lessons again, so it will be a priority and be maintained, unlike now. Sigh.
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