Two things never fail to help during distress, depression and despair (the Triple Ds):
Journaling and swimming.
Fortunately today I was able to get the former in — at length (yey!).
But not the latter.
Even though I reserved an hour for my lap swim before work.
Got to the YMCA. Was THRILLED to find the lap pool empty. Best places in civilized society: an empty pool and an empty theater.
And surprised as all get out. It’s summer in Arizona. That means hot. That means TONS of kids — correction: bratty screaming monsters with zero discipline from parents — in the pool.
The YMCA usually reserves a lane or two for adult lap swimmers and God bless ’em for that!
Then I found out why the pool was void of people.
“Someone had an accident.” The guy at the front desk.
Seems the look on my face relayed my first thought: something gruesome.
“It was a kid” is all he volunteered. “They juuuust shut down the pool. They’ll open it up again in an hour.”
“That’s no good! I’ll be at work in an hour.”
So I was forced to give up a badly-needed and much-anticipated swim.
“Do I want to know what kind of accident?” I asked the guy. Rhetorically.
His response was as expected. “No.”
A kid in a pool. Not hard to imagine.
Not GONNA imagine! Otherwise, I’ll never be able to dip as much as a toe into my beloved pool.
Gotta admit, I’m pissed at the kid. S/he ruined pool playtime and workouts for lots ‘n’ lots of people.
Missing swimming for a few days really exacerbates the internalized pressure cooker. Certainly puts the heat on to get to the pool tomorrow!
The challenge: NOT imagining the kid’s accident that shut down an entire huge (indoor) pool!