|Picture courtesy Carol Benett|
I trawl up and down the pool. Just me, myself and I.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
My mind is almost a blank as I propel myself through the water. Sometimes it settles on something. But not for long. I find it very therapeutic actually, without all that stuff roaring around my head.
There was a time I enjoyed hockey, athletics and high octane aerobics. Or dancing for hours on end in nightclubs. But now I want peace. I don't want loud music. I don't want other people shouting instruction at me. I want to be left alone.
Time seems to stand still in the water. I like that.
The surface ripples, as I move through it. An occasional splash from a fellow swimmer. The light bounces off the the water making pretty patterns.
The water makes us all equal too. Me, the young girl, the elderly lady. We are all the same in the water. Our bodies are buoyed and capable. There is no distinction. Another attraction for this body conscious, insecure, ridiculous girl.