I woke up at 7 this morning to go swimming. One of the big bonuses to living in a condo like Olympic Heights is the free swimming pool, and I was hoping to try it while the rest of the building was still sleeping off its Saturday night hangover.
Naturally, a whole family had already beaten me to it by the time I arrived. It could’ve been worse though; when I passed by the pool area the day before, there was what looked like a entire clan splashing around.
I did half-a-dozen laps* before I got sick of bumping into small screaming children or boisterous overweight adults. I tread water for maybe 10 more minutes, then got out and left. The whole thing took a little less than half an hour, which is (I think) just about right for a quick morning exercise. Unfortunately, the only way I can think of to do it regularly is if I keep waking up at 7 or earlier, and I’m not sure if I have that kind of discipline. It’s worth a shot though.
*I’m not actually sure if you can use this term for an irregularly-shaped pool; let’s just say I swam from end-to-end. And yes, my nicotine-laced lungs hated every minute of it.