Long-distance swimming…

Most days I’m happy swimming to distant shores - I may not be particularly fast, and my technique might be remarkably average, but I keep swimming away, bobbing up and down with the waves, slowly getting closer to that magical land in the distance.

But then there are other days, like today, when I question why I’m doing all of this swimming when I could be lying on the beach with a drink in my hand.

The feeling passes soon enough though (I would soon be bored on the beach), and I get back to my swimming.

But I do wonder if I should get a boat….