I like being in water.
I like swimming.

As I discovered yesterday, I’m significantly worse at swimming than I had thought.

On Thursday I signed up for pool use at the University of New South Wales as, despite my desire to not pay to swim, it served as a necessity of convenience.

I would very much like to go swimming at Brighton-Le-Sands again as it has been a while since I was last there.

I think it has been over a year at this point, possibly getting close to two.

I’m not sure as I haven’t paid too close attention, but I can confirm that it has been longer that I would like.

However, due to the constraints of time with work and university due to studying and working more, I found it to be more practical to pay to use the pool at university as it takes less time to get there and go for a swim than it does to go to Brighton-Le-Sands, go for a swim and then head to wherever it is that I’m going to head.

It also means that I spend more time working on studying.

So I signed up to use the pool at UNSW and then went for my first swim in said pool yesterday with one of my university colleagues.

I can confirm that I was amazing and graceful in ways that I could not possibly imagine, and that there’s nothing else to say on the matter and that’s the end of this post.

See y’all later.

So I sucked. I sucked really badly. I can swim maybe twenty metres before I need a quick break, or need to switch swimming style.

It wasn’t embarrassing to suck as I had no delusions of grandeur, although I did not expect to suck as much as I sucked.

Still, I gave it a go and I managed to swim two-hundred metres in total, although there was plenty of stopping.

I sucked and I still did it despite my almost-complete inability to put in something resembling an acceptable swim.

I like swimming and I like being in water, so all this means is that I’m going to work on my swimming fairly frequently as I do want to make sure that I can be a better swimmer sooner rather than later.

Part of this has to do with swimming in the ocean and part of this has to do with the desire to be a better swimmer.

Part of it also has to do with the fact that  I am tied to this pool for a minimum of six weeks so I might as well get the most out of my money so that I’m not wasting my time or my funds.

Perhaps one day I will be amazing and graceful in ways that at the moment I don’t feel like trying to imagine.

Perhaps I won’t, but at least I will be swimming more often and that is a significant plus for me.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:29:90

Better than my swimming.

HA HA HA HA HA.

HA HA.

HA.

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Written at work.