Swimming is one of the few exercise activities I can do when sweat aggravates my eczema. Yes, it's repetitive, the water's probably filthy and the less said about the changing rooms the better. But the feeling of hunger after a multiple-lap swim just tells you how much your body has worked, and nothing beats that feeling.
When I was young, Yishun Swimming Complex was my haunt. Our lessons included learning to float with pyjamas, the practicality of which I still haven't fathomed. I had a phobia of the deep end, but this was assuaged by the promise of fresh, crispy French fries thereafter. Soon, it'll be Sarah's turn!
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