The Swim
I was leaving the pool today. It was sunny on the Lower East Side. I walked through Manhattan, headed toward a bit of lunch, and I realized something.
Swimming is the greatest mental health contributor I have in my life.
I can feel terrible when I arrive at the pool, but by the time I've left, my whole mindset has changed. I'm hopeful. It's not easy to be hopeful right now as our country crumbles around us, but after I swim, I feel like there's hope.
For a few hours, anyway.
That may not sound like much, but for me, it's huge. It lifts me up before I slowly sink back down, and then it's time to swim again.
It all works, somehow.
I don't even swim that far, only half a mile or so. That's only about 25 minutes. Still, it's enough time make me feel like a different, more positive person.
Also, Eli 24.5 is in Switzerland again:
I don't care how many times you see that view. It's still amazing.
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