I swim now at least three times a week.
And I love it.
I used to dread anything like that, but it wasn't the physical activity I didn't like, it was the changing room.
I hated getting changed in front of other people, I hated being the fat guy in a room full of..well slim people.
It was the only time I was ever conciouse of my size.
But not anymore.
The place we go to is quite quiet, and frankly the guys that go there are too busy admiring their own physiques to bother with mine.
I spend about thirty minutes in the pool, swimming up and down, arms pulling me through the water, legs pushing and all the time feeling the muscle tense and tone.
But the effect of the pool is not just a physical one, for me it also has a meditative quality.
It's just a few minutes to myself where I can run things through my mind, ponder this and ponder that.
I'm not saying that draw any deep conclusions about life, but it just gives me a few minutes to look at things from different perspective.
Works for the body and mind.
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