Today I swam eight hundred metres. Nothing unusual; yesterday I ploughed through a kilometre. The difference was, however, in the conditions.
Yesterday was a normal summer day: warm temperatures, little or no breeze. Overall, inviting for water sports. Today, however, was a different kettle of fish.
The southerly wind blew, gusting stronger at its whim. The sky was grey: the swimmers few and far between.
Alone, I ventured in. Thankfully, the water was warm, around twenty-four degrees Celsius. Yes, it was choppy, but I saw that rather as a challenge, instead of an excuse to stay dry. And it was exhilarating! I felt really alive at the end of it!
And, later, when another swimmer braved it, how proud was I when he chickened out after a mere three hundred metres!
Score a point for us females!