swimming is my favorite.
Outside sounds are muffled.
A bigger outside world drowned out.
Water, synchronized breath, strokes and kicks..
Brain noise canceled counting every stroke in my head.
Thighs are tightly squeeszed together giving my hips power
and keeps my legs straight along with pointed, and flexed toes.
Palming my hands and pulling water backward helps speed up my execution.
I cool down on my back focusing on my flutter kick imagining my back fat will go.

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