Sleep and Swimming

February 25, 2011 at 6:44 AM | Posted in Growing up, Swimming | 2 Comments
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I slept through my adolescence and regret how little I accomplished. I don’t think I could have done less. Sleep held so much of an allure then, so welcoming that hours in bed seemed as minutes.

I sleep poorly now except for the time between 11:00 PM and 1:00 AM. When I was young I would thrill to find that I had even five minutes more to sleep before having to get up and now, at 1 AM, I groan at having to wait four tossing and turning hours, before getting up. It’s crazy. But as Proust, tasting his madeline, recaptured the memory of his youth, through long and hard swimming I’ve recaptured those golden drop-dead moments of youthful sleep if only for a quarter-hour or two.

Swimming, if you do it with intent for a full hour, is exhausting and deliciously so. You have just enough energy to shower and get something to eat. Then, couch and bed beckon like the Sirens. If you put on music you will hear it only vaguely as in the days when I slept through Blond on Blond, waking only to turn over the two LPs on my automatic turntable.

Perhaps if I slept throughout the night, I would not be so tired after swimming. But that is not my lot and I am grateful for what I have.


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  1. Since you are probably awake already….Happy Birthday, Tom!

    • Yes, couldn’t sleep past 4:30 this morning … thanks!

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