I gasp for air, my lungs inflate, and I continue on with the next stroke.

Only nine to go, I tell myself.

I start getting into the rhythm of it.

In and out, in and out.

I make it to the other end and turn around.

Eight to go.

My vision is cloudy, the goggles I brought with me have lost their clarity.

I don’t mind though, I can’t even see the oceans floor anyway.

I used to be scared of not being able to see beneath me, but now, not so much.

I wonder why I even brought my goggles in the first place?

Seven more.

I notice the buoyancy of my body.

I’m floating, I like it.

I look up to see a girl sitting on the wharf above me.

I think she’s looking at me. I wonder how I look?

I probably look weird every time I come up for air.

I don’t care though, and continue with my workout.

Six more to go.

I can’t wait to get out of here and buy some banana bread from the cafe.

Five more.

I should get a passionfruit crusher as well.

Yeah, I’ll do that. It can be my reward for when I’m done.

I’m close to finishing.

I can’t believe this place is only a twenty minute drive from my house.

I am so lucky.

Four more.

It’s gets easier the closer you are to the finish.

My lungs feel full. I think I’ve been inhaling too much air.

I hope I don’t pass out. That would be embarrassing.

Three more.

I’m getting the hang of this.

Two more.

I’m so close.

I keep going, glancing at the harbour from the corner of my eye with every breath.

There’s a crew of kids rowing, and a few idle boats perched atop the water.

I remember when I did rowing in high school, and didn’t like it, so I changed to swimming.

One more.

I’m glad I got here early, it feels nice being the only one here doing laps.

I can see the end.

Finally.

I should come back here next week.