Went swimming today for the first time in weeks. Felt lousy for the first ten lengths. Then slowly but surely, as my tired, strained muscles kicked into gear and the endorphins started flowing--felt my thoughts settle down and my spirits lift, as almost always happens with a swim.
One of the best memories of my pregnancy was swimming in that same pool, right up to a few days before his due date, when I was bursting at the seams--but swimming felt as wonderful as always. I wonder if my son retains memories of that, somewhere in his psyche.
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