I like swimming in the sea when I am not frozen. At the moment I am comfortable enough for the first hour, during which my mind can wander. This feeling of flow gets interrupted every now and then. The assailants are random thoughts that only happen while swimming. Like uncontrollable puppies with muddy paws on just changed sheets. Sometimes it’s a song, sometimes a saying, sometimes a fear. Here's ones that surface most swims....
What if a shark gobbles me up?
The sun’ll come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that….
Would foam rolling after a sea swim be a good idea, being numb and all?
1,2,3 breath, 1,2,3 France! 1,2,3 breath
Could I get tangled up in sea weed?
If I get swept out to sea, will Dad say “I told you so”?
At what point am I actually in danger?
Even a paper cup will get to France. Eventually
Could I die from a jelly fish sting?
I can do this, I have twin boys for feck sake
Does cold water swimming make your hair grow faster?
Why on earth did I choose this goal?
Why is that family staring at me?
If that dog swims out, would he be able to bite me?
Is that a sand bar or a storm water outfall?
Yesterday, my swim was consumed with the notion of jellyfish. My goggles were a bit foggy so my vision was obscured. I am also a natural worrier so given that the cold wasn’t too disturbing, I was hijacked by phantom jellyfish. My internal conversation went like this
Is that a jelly fish?
Oh god it is, it is. I don’t have a first aid kit with me.
OF course I don’t I am in the middle of the sea!
Swim faster, swim! Swim!
Okay I can calm down a bit now.
How silly am i?
Did something just sting my foot?
Or did I just kick it with my other foot?
Right I will try and kick myself again.
Ouch.
Yeah it was just a kick.
On the plus side, these distractions are a great way to pass a few minutes, but on the other hand, it might mean that I am going mad. It’s not talking to myself that gets me worried. No, it’s the person that’s answering …. Sheesh does she have issues!
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