J'ai de l'eau dans mes oreilles.

[mrissa]

But it was good; I'm definitely doing this again tomorrow morning, and possibly ever other morning I'm here.

The odd thing about swimming while dealing with vertigo is that the force of waves produced by two smallish women swimming in a long, narrow pool is enough to knock me for a loop if I try to stand up in it afterwards. (So I did try. Repeatedly. What's the worst that happens if you get knocked off your feet in five feet of water, and you're five-foot-six and already have been swimming? You float an inch or so off where you were standing and get your feet back down and try again. Therefore it's pretty safe, and probably good for me to do.)

It took me a few lengths to get my scissor kick back. It wasn't that I didn't have the strength, it was that I never swam sidestroke enough for it to be natural. Backstroke I had right away, the specific arc of the arms and like that. Breaststroke the same. But the scissor kick on my sidestroke took a bit of feeling out. Amazing how much easier that sort of thing is once your legs are pulling their weight, so to speak. I hadn't been swimming in way too long. Now I'm wondering if we can figure something out. Hmm.

More later.

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This one is very narrow, probably three lanes wide if they marked lanes. Which they don't. But despite poor eyesight (and gas permeable contacts: not wearable under goggles unless you really trust your goggles, and I don't have goggles because I don't trust them that much), I managed to stay pretty well on my own side of the pool and did not have noticeable problems sharing it. So that was good.

This particular hotel pool is off in such a corner of the hotel that timprov was here for several days last year and didn't know there was a pool at all. Which seclusion helps, because if I'm going to go swimming in the early morning, I do not want a social experience: not with random passersby, but especially not with friends I would otherwise like to talk to. But people really can't stumble upon this pool, or wander by and see that I'm in it and come in to see how it's going. It's just the quiet of one other woman in the locker room, and I like coexisting in pleasant, friendly silence with small numbers of other women in locker rooms. So that's very fine.