I filled my pool this week. This morning as I swam toward Fredo, who was frantically pacing the deck, I was surprised how alien swimming felt to me. I strained to remember the last time I swam. It was in Lake Sammamish in 1998. And even then, I swam only to the end of a ski rope.
This isn't to say that I haven't been immersed hundreds of times since then, which leads me to this observation:
hot tubs > pools