I’ve been swimming again, back to my training for a spring triathlon, and strongly encouraging the kid to tag along to the pool to keep up her own skills in the water.
Sadly, what I see as an invigorating fitness hobby, she sees as punishment, and her impatience is a distracting multiplier against my own delicate motivation to do an hour’s worth of repetitive laps laps laps laps laps…
I’ve had a waterlogged brain as of late. Both the kid and I, though separately, used to do a lot more swimming. She was in a club. I just love the water. Recently, due largely to the length and uncooperative nature of winter … spring … the weather this year, I’ve taken back to the pool for some cross-training.
Or as the Kid calls it: “dad … I’ll swim some with you … until I get bored and need a fun break!”
The other reason swimming is getting into my brain, sitting in the crook of my ear canal making little squootching noises so that no matter what way you turn your head, rocking your neck, twisting and contorting to try and get it to drain but it never wants to drizzle out and … I digress.
As this comic drops we’ll actually be at the pool stating another season of swim club. I’ll be fully dressed, probably using my phone to post this very comic strip to instagram and facebook — hint hint, nudge nudge — but the kid will be doing the laps.