Big Blue
my back was still hurt while running, my gym sessions have been completely changed and so I went to the pool for the first time since my arrival. There's one in fifteen minutes walk from my house, lost in a sort of mid undergrowth midterm health that turned into a mini-city ... a micro-society s shelter years-has settled slowly, like Japanese, disciplined, organized. Large blue tarps are the walls and roofs, there is a laundry room, one sees, tidy, well-stacked crates of fruit, newspapers, candy, clothes ready to be sold. Men tatty but clean, surrounded by their luggage and their bags should contain all that remains of their past life, take a nap, talk, read, brush their teeth, sometimes look straight ahead, determined yet idle, turning in circles. It always reminds me of Tokyo Godfathers and I can not help but look fondly his blue tarps that symbolize the dignity of those who have become marginalized within a society Polished.
This micro-society there seems to have settled for good, as long as it lasts, they will not bother anyone in this park depopulated ... I will not take pictures because I'm not a photographer and in my case, it would feel disrespectful to these people rather than giving them any nobility through an artistic gesture ... but it's pretty impressive, they are very numerous and the blue tarps still seem a very long perimeter.
But I was telling my futile trip to the pool ... it was not a pool especially Tokyo: it resembled my suburban swimming pools, and more clean (pretty obvious) ... the difference, again, is the service and the organization - even in the smallest establishment. Every hour, ten minutes ago break tank, everyone must come out (I think that is the relay on the lifeguard highchair is done smoothly, but ... hm ... actually I have no idea of the reason which they break ...). When (as Bibi), you enter the pool without a swim cap, a lifeguard will stop you very politely, will pick you up himself to avoid a hat that you're traveling to home. People swim calmly, with good sense. Swimming sessions for children are held in the joy and good humor: while the lifeguards are doing exercises and educational fun with brats, all Japanese moms watching their offspring frolic in the fleet for a huge picture window ... and the funny thing is that it looks just to chat! raise your head, you'll see dozens of mothers sitting in front of the window, look in the vague, sometimes with a baby in her arms. (I am withholding their way to wave "hi mom" but it was hard).
I bubbled in the water like a very happy for an hour and a quarter, then enjoy my beautiful swimsuit I've only worn once in Okinawa, but nan anything. Taking advantage of the complete absence of pain. Enjoying the sound so much more relaxed atmosphere than the gym ...
In short, new challenge (but not right away, oulala, it is quiet): finally learn the front crawl. My challenges and me. For example, this year I "do sports every day" taking bets (who said "until you're messing up the back"? Was mean!), Last year 's was finally time to learn to skate, "but then there hahaha, bitter failure (I do not despair, however, to one day improvise a dance on wheels so Sorry by Madonna, or pretend to become a waitress in a room at the American dinner )
(one day a jouuur).
Next year, the rink (in fact, for that one, I expect someone who has the patience to teach me, because I think an afternoon is not enough)
So perhaps soon the crawl. Maybe. For the moment this is not essential and I think I had enough challenges this year so we'll calm down ...
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