My wife watched on in amusement today at my behaviour in the pool. Usually unable to swim laps for enjoyment, it seemed to her that I had found a method of doing so. This being the appearance on the outside, I was actually just playing with my ball.
A tennis ball.
The game is to stand at one end of the pool and throw the ball in order to hit the section of the pool wall showing above the water, like so:
See, it's not that easy, eh?
So, after each attempt I would swim to the other end of the pool to fetch said tennis ball, which mostly hit the water before the wall, or overshot the wall. My wife found this very amusing, given that neither can I run for any given length of time unless there is the prospect of a soccer ball being at the end of one of the next 20 strides. Upon retrieval of said ball, the process was repeated, but facing the opposite wall.
This activity led to much philosophical speculation about the nature of our marriage and the differences between men and women, enjoying the process not the goal vs the telos but not the journey, etc, but we'll just keep that between ourselves.
Do you chase balls like a puppy?