Head cold still swamping the brain, making the muscles ache, feel like I have run a marathon - twice. On the same day.
This swimming thing is not an obsession.
I have decided.
People are way too eager to lump everything I do into the 'obsessive/compulsive' bin, figuring, I suspect, that it explains away all sorts of things.
I have been agreeing with them, these self styled experts, in fact I have probably inadvertently encouraged them by stating that I have a 'head thing' going on most of the time. I verbalize that sort of thing so that people don't get too startled if I develop an issue with something. It sort of smoothes the way.
The latest figuring on swimming, however, is that I think it manages to avoid the label 'obsession', primarily because I actually enjoy it. Just plain enjoy it.
The compulsive part occurs when I am in the water - there's no doubt that I get badly hooked into it, and there is no doubt that I 'overcook' myself by doing far too much, but, after long and careful consideration I am putting swimming under the heading of 'enjoyable' rather than 'must do'.
I figure I'm just hanging out for the smell of chlorine.
I have to admit that the compulsive, do more because you can, has got me into trouble yet again - seems I overdid the bit where you should be wearing goggles but couldn't be bothered getting them, and ended up half blind again yesterday. There's an explanation on propagandafactory
- I don't want to relive it here as well.
It's happened before - and I vowed it wouldn't happen again. Suspiciously, I have never experienced the sensation while growing up, and they used to put enough chlorine in pools to make your hair bleach out, so I don't understand why it should happen now, but it does.
Anyway, fuck all that - that out of the way leaves my brain plenty of space to develop other, harder obsessions, unhealthy ones that get me in to trouble. I enjoy those as well.
The other advantage of swimming, obsession or not, and biking too for that matter, is that they get me out of the house, out into the fresh air, away from the heater.
Most winters involve staying inside out of the wind all day, heater on behind me, cat curled up close by, developing a headache by at least midday, probably imagination, possibly because I am hanging out for the daily dose of codeine.
Life's like that.
I get out on the bike, or go down to the pool, spend some time, come home, shower, get settled and the world is a different place. The house feels warmer, probably because a I have been away from the concrete with it's chill ability, and it's a good time into the afternoon before I begin to feel the cold again.
That then is obviously a good reason to 'unobsess' about it all.
I think this might have been more for me than you.