Want Bed.

Trying to get into, and stay in, the habit of writing/posting something every day.  Even if it is just a crappy haiku.

Brain is so fuzzy
I swam forty laps today
Two thousand meters.

The flip side.*

Today, I'm a rock,
Today, I will sink.
I splash and I flail
Around in the drink.

I am upset and stressed,
My chest, it feels tight.
Every stroke is a battle,
Every length is a fight.

I cough and I struggle,
I go through the motions,
Today, I'm distracted.
A creature of emotions.

*edit: This one makes more sense if you have read this one first

Good Swim

Today I'm a fish
Today I will glide
Through the cool water
My body will slide

My breathing is even,
My legs, they feel strong,
My arms are efficient,
I am relaxed, lean and long.

My stroke has a rhythm,
My breath is hypnotic.
Today I am happy,
A creature aquatic.

Return to Swim

First swim today
In a year and a half
I hope the real triathletes
Don't point and laugh.

I drew a doodle,
A swimmer with a dream
Of winning a trophy, a medal
And a triple ice cream.

I got to the class,
The coach had advice
To improve my position
And was super nice.

I did half the workout,
With a bit extra rest,
But whenever I breathed left,
Out popped my breast.

I swam 750 meters,
I didn't drown,
I will go back again,
I won't be wearing a frown.

I will get better!
This I cannot dispute!
But before I go back,
I need a new suit.

Who wouldn't want a trophy, a medal AND a triple scoop ice cream with a cherry on top!?