EMOTIONAL STRESS ESCALATED.
It was about 8:15pm and the swimming pool was illy lit. The water was fairly transparent but cold. I plunged into the pool and kicked away. My old, smudgy, scratched googles did not help but like borne me a pair of bat's eyes. I pounded hard, I dragged harder. I looked ahead to remain a straight path. I did not care for anything else. I looked at nothing else but straight ahead.
A STRAIGHT PATH AN INTACT OF SANITY.
Dark, shadowy, dreamy I pulled hard. Occasonal dispersed particles of light travelled my path. Just as my respiration frustrated me I pushed harder, I pulled fierier. Not a spare second to catch a second breath. The medium was darkened, undarkened; ghostly, earthly; my mind merely flew with the universe. Allowed the universe to dictate my mind.
ONLY A UNIVERSAL MIND, NEVER A UNIVERSAL BODY.
One pull, one push, at the wall of opposite end I flipped and the flight repeated. The devil came and went but could never stayed long; the universe the mightiest. The devil relentless, I was prevailing. I minded my own business, I did look at the night sky. I knew I would pummel without fail. I could not have been alone. I must finish. Not a lap less; heavens, not a meter less.
A COMPLETE ROUTINE A SUCCESSFUL DISCIPLINE.
It took me nearly 75 minutes. I swam 2.5 km.
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