Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

After two weeks of hardly working out at all and only making it to the pool once, I went back to the Y tonight. It's possible I'm imagining things, but I swear it seems cleaner and somehow less cold than it was last time I was there. Didn't have a great workout, but that's no surprise since it had been a while; they key thing is that it didn't fill me with despair. Oh, and if I were to avoid eating half a dozen fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies (I am warming up for Christmas) a couple hours before getting in the water, that would probably help.