Morning Swim

Every year the Y pool shuts down right as I should be ante-ing up my swimming for my Alcatraz training. Two weeks of no pool, no child care, and no Ricardo pushing me during Fitness swim.

So today I rose at 6 and drove to the West Hollywood pool.

How beautiful LA is at 6:15. The air is pink, the mountains are rose. The streets are empty and the palms cast long shadows over the boulevards. Everything looks magical.

The air is still cool, but I dove into the warm water and swam my 2000 yards (not quite as long as the race). By 7:45 I was home, tired, blissed out, surrounded by an aura of positive ions that cling to me like a cloud from my time in the water.

If only every day could start this way.