21/03/2013 by Carl Reynolds
Up and down, up and down. Round and round, round and round. With much light pouring in it’s some relief to swim in Crystal Palace, but with kilometres passing more quickly (perceptually, if not really) I am beginning to feel like a caged aquatic. I yearn for the swell, lift and randomness of the sea. For the silty edges and weeds of a river. The suspended green of a lake. Winter is hanging on in there past the equinox. We may have more daylight, but we have more cold too. I am to be relieved though. In the next month, in three different trips, I have seventeen days in warmer climes – thirteen of them by Mediterranean beaches; and the others by the biggest hotel pool I have ever seen. In the Med, I will be outside and in warm (12C) water. It will move me about unexpectedly. I will see wildlife. I will no longer smell of chlorine. And when I come back at the end of April, the outdoor water temperature in England should be in double figures. I will be swimming solely outside again for months and miles.
Last week I did 24km indoors and had three short swims in Tooting Bec Lido (2C to 3C). This week I’ve done 16.5K indoors (three swims) and just over a km outdoors in two swims at 4C. I have another 5K to do tomorrow before heading off to the airport for the 1st trip.