My own Little Swimathon

I didn't think I would last more than one lap. "That's all it needs to be!" I reminded myself so I knew I had a choice. I've been pushing the peanut forward recently. I'd been swimming 40 laps for a while and this week having a case of the blues I tried 60 laps. Today was a surprise at 72 laps but I hadn't planned on it. I swam gracefully and slowly. Swimming is its own reward when you love the water. The bonus was that 72 laps is two miles. After 100 minutes of swimming, I floated home calm and centered. I am still feeling the effects. This has been my best treatment for the cyclical seasonal anxiety/depression of receive-mode.