Trying to get back into my swimming fitness routine. I like swimming laps. It's a soothing meditation. I just don't like all the clothes-changing involved. After several weeks away from the pool, it felt good to be back. I didn't count laps, and I only lasted thirty-five minutes. I was really plugging like a tugboat.
One thing I noticed is my new Speedo suit is lined in the back as well as the front. I'm thinking that's wise, because we sure hate chlorine suit butt disintegration.
Since my swim on Sunday I've had a childhood song stuck in my head. The worst part is I only know one line of the song, so there's a lot of dut-dut duh-duh da dum-dum everytime it cycles through my brain. I'm sure it was on one of our Little Golden Records 45 rpms, and probably came from a Captain Kangaroo show. And so, I sing, Toot toot, Tootles the tugboat sailed up and down the bay...then the dut-duts, over and over.
When my kids were tiny, I bought Tootle the Train and Scruffy the Tugboat Little Golden Books trying to connect with something in my childhood. Those books didn't do it for my grown-up self or my kids. I bet I was really searching for Tootles. And no, I don't mean Tubby the Tuba.
A song stuck in the head is worth two days of The Bush.