When I woke up to frost on all the windows, I did not want to swim. I made my tea and wrote in my journal and thought, “I won’t go unless someone else instigates it.” Five minutes later, my phone buzzed and a text from Angie said she’d pick me up in fifteen minutes. By… Read More A Very Cold Morning
Sunday was another lovely sunny day with a big crowd at the Bulb, which still felt like a welcome sight after all of the rain. Brown, murky water greeted us again, but I tried to pretend not to notice. The temperature was 51, the air slightly warmer than it had been the day before, but… Read More Sickness and Health (Week 4 in Swimming)
January 8 (Sun)—It was a small crowd for a Sunday; just a few of us stealing in a swim between storms. It raged last night and is set to do so again tonight, so this morning we plunged in. The water was murky below and probably pretty polluted, but it looked beautiful! Calm, with ribbons… Read More Storms (Week 2 in Swimming)
The weirdest thing about January 1st was not coming back from my swim and thinking about my blog. At first, it was freeing: I don’t have to write about it! I don’t have to take pictures! But then it became disconcerting. Chronically my daily swimming has come to feel like my job; not doing it… Read More Adjusting (Week 1)
I raced home from Hazel’s optometrist appointment, threw on my bathing suit, and grabbed my gear. Back in the car, doing my best to hurry through the late afternoon traffic in order to meet Arwen and Colleen for a swim, I thought, “You’re crazy, Jenny. You should be taking your poor dog for a walk,… Read More Keller Beach (Day 38)
Lately, I’ve been swimming “skins” (bathing suit rather than a wetsuit). My wetsuit is a thin (2mm) shorty (shorts/no sleeves) so the difference between my skins and my suit isn’t too dramatic, though it’s still noticeable. I did buy a warm, full-body wetsuit for this year of swimming, but it’s still in the box unopened,… Read More Cold Water Swimming Part I (Day 17)
When I turned forty I wrote an obnoxious Facebook post about my fabulous and fulfilling life (I hope it wasn’t as bad as I remember and that it never appears in my Facebook memories for me to find out). My children were six and nine, which might be the age of peak parental smugness. Nine… Read More Why is Jenny swimming?