So, the gyms have opened up here, and I got back to swimming.
Swimming is most definitely one of my favorite ways of exercising, because:
#1. it is a good workout- incorporates lung work, arms, back muscles, leg work ( I do breaststroke. not ashamed. I am aware of the fact that it makes me significantly slower than other swimmers in the pool, but they go out of breath and stop swimming long before I finish my morning swim, so everyone can basically go mind their own business, to put it mildly).
#2. when incorporated into my workout routine, I noticed it helps take the pressure off my back- high volume running can put a lot of strain on my nearing 52 YO body.
#3. Since buying my SYRYN swim-friendly MP3 device and my water-resistant headphones, my life has improved so much it is almost beyond comprehension. I am aware I sound like an enthusiastic teenager used to sound (30 years ago when teenagers allowed themselves the luxury of sounding so uncool), and yet- there is something about listening to music underwater -the surround, the acoustics-I have no idea -it allows you to disconnect from everything else- except whatever is on your playlist.
Now -if you’ve taken the time and made the effort to make a truly epic playlist that takes that underwater edge to the next level- well then – in my humble opinion- not many things in our complicated enough world can match this.
#4. That same disconnection- can get you instantly in a good vibe to meditate or at least contemplate your existence.
You get the point, I believe. I love swimming with music.
So- since lately I got hooked back on classical music, I downloaded some of the greatest symphonies known to mankind- my personal favorites are Beethoven, Schubert, Chaikovsky, Mendelsson, and Brahms- just in case you couldn’t get on with your day without this information.
I got in the pool, pressed play, and Beethoven’s 5’th symphony started playing.
Now, this is no doubt one of the greatest works of art known to mankind- I believe I can safely write this.
But something was off.
The music didn’t sound so good.
At first, I just dismissed it by telling myself that this is a result of the 2 months the gym was closed, so -I convinced myself- I got used to the better sound produced by the music devices and headphones I have at home.
After all- squeezing music into MP3 devices can compromise the sound-so I’ve heard anyway.
Then I thought- maybe it’s the headphones- maybe water got into it, or whatever else, and now that Amazon stopped shipping globally I shall be stuck with hearing my music in a distorted way.
I kept swimming, and contemplating, then, about halfway through the symphony, I started laughing, all the while doing laps, at 6 am in the quiet deserted pool.
I realized that I was probably right. and something was off.
I realized I probably accidentally downloaded a “less stellar” performance of the symphony.
I then started laughing because I suddenly had a flashback from my youth.
One of my favorite books as a child was Pollyanna-
A book written in 1913 by Eleanor Porter, tells the story of a little orphan girl, quite naturally named Pollyanna, that is brought to her aunt’s home, and immediately starts spreading joy around town with her “game”.
The game was to find something to be glad about anything that happens to you: so, pollyanna explained to Nancy, her aunt’s maid. that disliked her own name, that she can be glad she is called “Nancy” and not, said Pollyanna, “Heptziba”.
This goes on- and by the end of the book, every bitter person in that town discovers the joys of whatever life brings on you, simply by playing the “how to be glad about anything” game.
I was thinking about the modern age concept of “positive psychology” invented by Martin Seligman, and how in 1913, Eleanor Porter came up with what seems to be quite a similar concept, without calling it a new psychological breakthrough, just, you know, a game.
I decided, on that morning in the deserted quiet pool, that I was actually glad the incident with the 5’th symphony happened, because this, in my opinion, was proof of how much my classical music abilities have developed lately, so much that I could tell a bad recording from a good one.
Sure enough, I checked it as soon as I got home, and I was right- the recording didn’t do justice to the masterpiece, so I re-downloaded it, and everything was fine again.
Today’s obvious lesson: we have here, ladies and gentlemen, yet another proof of how the way we choose to look at the facts, determines the outcome of said facts.
Enjoy- the cooliflower.