take me home, country roads

tonight i wanted just to take a drive, to wander on dark country roads, my high beams the only light on the wet pavement. but in seattle there aren't so many country roads. there's really not much country around here, unless you drive miles and miles. i made due with crossing the water over one bridge and returning over the other. it didn't really do much for me, honestly. it just wasn't the same.

yesterday i went swimming for the first time since going with the nelsonville kids in september. it wasn't nearly as fun, and the people weren't nearly as nice. i am being forced by my sore hip flexor to cross train for a bit--i'm hoping a very short bit. i don't really like swimming laps that much. i find it kind of boring, and i'm not very good at it. and it really doesn't give me nearly the same kind of satisfaction as running does.

the pool at the ima is 25 meters long, which means that 72 lengths or 36 laps make one mile. i will tell you this: that is a lot of stinkin' laps. since i can't count i have no idea how many i actually did, but i know that it wasn't anywhere near that many.

maybe i'll use this opportunity to train to swim the english channel. it's only 20 miles across the strait of dover--a mere 1440 lengths at the ima pool, or 720 laps. next time i swim i'm going to imagine i'm already there. they call that "visualization."