I swim for the sweet, timeless middle.

Where I count, and breathe, and glide.

Where, for a little while, I’m not a hassled mother, a stressed-out worker, a citizen of the modern world.

But just a creature, travelling through the water.

Breathing, gliding, weightless, at peace.

That sweet place requires hard work.

The journey is a struggle.

Me fighting myself.

But I always win.

 

1, this is feeling easy today. Nice and easy

2, yep, this is going to be a breeze

3, only three? God, it’s getting harder

4, keep going

5, tired today

6, not going to make it

7, maybe just swim 40

8, come on! Keep going

9, God, only nine!

10, this was a bad idea

11, too tired

12, keep going. Only eight more to hit 20

13, can’t be bothered

14, keep going

15, ugh

16, breathing feels a little easier, doesn’t it?

17, almost at 20

18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24,

25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34,

35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56,

57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66,

67, nearly there

68, feeling tired now

69, what’s my time?

70, keep going

71, ten more

72, push

73, come on

74, only six left

75, go

76, nearly there

77, come on

78, three more

79, so nearly there

80, done

 

Posted by:Suzy Darke

Hey there! My name is Suze. Welcome to my blog. I hope you enjoy it and come visit often. Laters alligators x

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