When frustrated, swim

This job thing is, I admit, driving me crazy. Days of looking at job postings, writing cover letters, sending resumes, to be told, invariably, as I heard today after a hope of about 3 hours: sorry, not enough experience or, my favorite, too qualified. Weirdly enough, the two seem to cohabit: so while I'm too qualified, I'm not experienced enough. And then they wonder why graduates are crazy... (all that for in-between jobs, only to pay rent, nothing even vaguely related to my field, and cruelly underpaid. Study, they said, you'll get richer. Still waiting for that part!)
This minute of wallowing was offered to you by the "it's a good thing there's an Olympic pool to vent your frustrations" group.
Today went ok. Kept having weird cramp in the forearms, which, when you are doing the crawl, has to mean you're not doing it properly! Oh and I have to retrain my brain in the art of not drowning because of water in the nose. Still working on that. Did 500m, more or less, but it wasn't as easy as last time. Someone has to remember to pace herself!