…was the color I saw as I extended my arms out in front, then swished them to my sides. To me, swimming is all about numbers. Odd laps are breast stroke, even, crawl. One and a half minutes per lap. Average. The first ones are less, the later ones are more. R237 G28 B36 – the color of my fingernails, a deep red contrasted against the R113 G206 B235 and R0 G124 B197 blues of the tiles of the pool. I come up for air. Mozart is playing over the loudspeaker, 7/8 time. Or is it 3/4? I return under water, concentrating on my breath. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, breathe. One stroke, two strokes, three strokes, breathe. Until all laps are done. And I have 37 minutes to shower, dress, and make it to the train.