The incessant tug of the pool has become more than I can bear. So I jumped back in. After a completely restless night, I got out of bed at 0430 (that's 4:30am) and got ready for practice. Having not slept at all, I was still very much wide awake, as strange as it sounds. I came to realize it's not so much the swim practices I miss, it's the competitions on the weekends, and being able to say "I'm a swimmer". I miss being able to eat whenever and whatever, although I can't say that will return to me with all these pracices unfortunately.
So this morning during the first set, my arms hung off my body feeling as if they were attached by rusty hinges that ached and creaked. My biceps tightened up like lead weights and moved just as easily. It was all I could do to just keep afloat. My bedtime is in half an hour (8:30) so that I can get up that early again. Here we go.
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