But other than my brief swim last week at the hotel I've not been swimming since I started losing weight and I had high hopes that I would scythe through the water like a dolphin. I went for my swim very early this morning, but I still had time to moan to Denise about all the people who would no doubt be there, flailing around, swimming in the wrong direction, chatting, splashing, just generally being annoying. I also complained about how boring I find swimming.
In theory, swimming should be a time when I can gather my thoughts together, where I can allow my mind to drift and spontaneously come up with creative new ideas. In theory...
Where does this theory come from, I hear you cry? Well, years and years and years ago, I read an interview with Sir Clive Sinclair. This man...
So I like the idea that I can go for a swim and my mind will wander, will free associate and will come up with amazing and creative ideas which nobody else has ever thought.
'But,' I moaned at Denise this morning, 'there's always some idiot getting in the way. You have to dodge the super speedy swimmers who don't look where they're going and expect you to get out of their way and you have to dodge the old gits doing back stroke. And there's people swimming crosswize and people chatting and everybody just being annoying!'
However, when I got to the pool, very early, there was just me and maybe 3 or 4 other people and I could tell that I was going to have a good time, a creative time, my mind would do great work!
Only it turns out that it isn't other people, it's me. Me trying to count how many lengths I've done and losing count. And worrying that I've lost count, and worrying that I might lose count, and worrying that if I don't keep track of how many lengths I've done then I won't know if I'm getting better or faster or stronger or something.
And then self-awareness crept over me of what an idiot I am, and I realised that it doesn't matter how many lengths I've done and how fast I do them. It just matters that I'm doing some exercise and any exercise is better for me than none and that just by swimming up and down I am doing myself good. And with this realisation came the realisation that I don't need to count, I can just swim, surround myself with calm and relaxation and let my mind wander and become creative and come up with an amazing world-changing idea that will make everything all right.
And then some old geezer hove up out of nowhere and donked me on the head with his flailing toenail and I went back to being cross again!