“Are you crazy? Going for a swim in this cold!”, a friend exclaimed. But I was adamant- I’d told myself I would go for a swim three days after the marathon, and I wasn’t backing out.
When I reached the pool, I began to have second thoughts. It was chilly. Did I really want to do this?
I stuck one foot in the water; then the next. The water was icy cold. I let my body sink into its embrace. Blood rushed to the surface warming me. I felt glorious.
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.