The Pool

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About four minutes from my house is the Glenorchy Pool. I went there this morning and was one of about six people doing laps. Slow, lethargic, rhythmical laps. None of us were breaking records. I didn’t know anyone else. I borrowed goggles and paid my $5 and I was in the water. Beautiful blue, clear, peaceful water. Freestyle was my chosen stroke. The first few laps were a struggle; mentally I was overthinking everything. It’s been a while since I did laps. It was a little like trying to meditate. You know, when people say... ‘Clear your mind of everything.’ Easier said than done. Thoughts rushed through my mind and it seemed that with every exhale the stress and angst dissolved, until that crust that weighs you down had disappeared into the water.

I did laps as a kid; training early morning before heading to school. I have fond memories of the old pool at Windmill Hill in Launceston; the narrow corridor filled with water that you had to wade through to get into the pools and the hot concrete steps that ripped bathers and warmed the skin. Glenorchy is a little reminiscent of the older style pools.

Water has always provided comfort and a calmness; my happy place and a healing element. I know of no other that is quite so effective. Seeing or submerging both work. So, when you next need to refuel drop in, you may well be the only one there www.hobart.ymca.org.au

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  1. Another Canberra HomeschoolNovember 17, 2017 at 10:54 PM

    Given that I will soon be your neighbour, we may spot one another at the pool. I miss living across from the beach and I totally agree with you about the soothing properties of water. 😊

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