It had actually been more than a week since I'd been in a pool.
Jumping in and the first two laps were very strange. I'd forgotten how to do it! Plus the pool was COLD. Turns out it was bracing and soon the temp was perfect way better than too warm. But, sure enough, I'd forgotten how to swim and how to breathe! It was a little freaky. By the second turn, my muscles remembered and it was fine and wonderful.
I hit the tired wall at about the 3/4ths of a mile but I kept going - thank you, This American Life, the story I was listening to was pretty interesting. I finished my mile and did a victory lap and called it good. And it really was. It's so great to be able to stretch and work muscles without panting or feeling crappy. I'd be pitiful without swimming.
I've now had my coffee and fiddled around on the internets and think now would be a good time to get up and get dressed and get started on the laundry.
(For early morning swims, I put on my suit and throw my robe - basically a floor length hoodie - and go and just wear the robe home - hence the need for getting dressed.)