The world’s most livable city, Melbourne, is right now an unlivable city for me.
It’s about a hundred and eleventy degrees. Ok so the BOM says it’s 34.5 degrees celsius. It doesn’t feel like it.
To make up for the Body Balance class I missed on Friday due to soreness, I am going to a pilates class tonight. To keep up, and because the gym is airconditioned.
And then after class, I am considering going to have a sit in the swimming pool at the gym.
I don’t know if this will be a good idea.
I have not been in a swimming pool since I was about seven years old, camping at Porepunkah. I don’t think that was such a bad experience.
I went to the beach last January. I was quite covered up, and there were medical staff there. The people I was with weren’t worried what I looked like.
If I wear my bathers to the pool (and yes I have a sexy mismatched two piece), I will be nervous. I haven’t revealed so much of my body to another person for some years and some (but not many!) kilos.
I am worried about how my skin will go in the chlorine, but then again, the doctor suggested I have a bleach bath (yes, I know, BLEACH!!) and they did me no harm.
Google told me my skin may be ok in the chlorine. I am still dubious.
Then again, I could just sit in the bath filled with cold, fresh water at home.
I wish I could be like other people and give it no thought to whether I have a dip in the pool or at the beach. I wish I didn’t have to consider the sun, the chlorine, the onlookers.
To pool, or not to pool? To cool or not to cool?