Monday 11 May 2026 in 2026

This morning, I got to the pool a bit later than planned—around 9 a.m.—but I got through my 45-minute swim. Toward the end, a staff member came in and spoke with some of the other swimmers. Apparently, two screws had come loose on a drain, and someone had caught their foot. They evacuated us from the pool, and now it’s closed until further notice. Based on their usual timelines—since everything needs approval from HQ and specific contractors—my guess is I’m out of a pool for at least the rest of the week.
I remember school swimming lessons on Fridays. I looked forward to them. I did a few swim galas, though I didn’t win much. Swimming was something I’d do even in summer, taking the bus to the local pool on my own when I was just a kid. Swimming has the ability to calm me. I feel steady in the water.
But at this point, swimming isn’t just about calm—it’s routine. I do it because it’s what I do, and I’ll always choose the pool over the gym. The gym, though, I know I need. I need that strength training. But I have to push myself to go there. Swimming, I want. The reality is, I need to make space for both. It all comes down to balancing comfort and effort, doesn’t it? A, do you ever find yourself preferring what’s familiar, even when you know something else is good for you?