Swam for half an hour today, slowly, and sometimes with a kickboard. Right arm hurt but felt better toward the end of the swim, like something had been kicked loose in the tendon. Perhaps it was the stretching that lent release. I really like being at the end of a swim when all motion and feeling and heart feel like they’re on the same page. There’s something soothing to working things out in the pool, pulling toward resolution.
Deliberation and spontaneity. Synchronicity.