Just one of those days. Up in plenty of time to get down to the YWCA and do my swim. The gal at the front desk did not have enough money in the till to change my twenty so she says "Leave the $20 here and I will find you change while you swim." And I say "Nah...I think I will take the $20 with me and pay on the way out..." I ended up paying the $3.75 with nickels, dimes and a few quarters...counting is difficult that early in the morning.
Got into the change room and the pool door was locked. I waited and I waited and I tried not to get impatient. I knocked a few times and nothing. Finally a young gal comes flying around the corner, keys in hand, and too many "sorrys!" The door gets opened and there are no lights. She can't figure out how to turn the lights on. I am trying to help her. I can't believe how puzzling it was to find these lights!! Finally, several minutes later and a trip to the front desk for help, she tells me to not let anyone in the water when it is dark....we figure it out. Duh! But now we need KEYS to turn them on....holy smokes.
Into the water I go. My chest still feels incredibly tight. This is annoying me. I just do super long and smooth strokes with some steady kick. I think I counted about 1500 meters. That was all I had in me today at the pool. In the middle of the swim, some young dude in an orange parachute steps into my lane. That's cool. He would swim 25 meters and then stop. That's cool too. What was not cool, is that a few times he would push off the wall when I was about 5 meters from coming in to do my tumble turn....argh!! Aw well...not like that was my best workout of the season!!
3 comments:
sounds to me that parachute man needed his rip chord pulled!!! That Y is NEVER on time!!!
I'd have swum right beside him, and cut into his lane about a second too soon. An elbow just might find its way into his kidneys. Just by accident, of course.
I just read your previous post and had to laugh -- a couple of years ago Mike challenged me to race a block against him. I forget how the challenge evolved, but it sounds like the same sort of thing your household!! LOL!!
Jake was with us that weekend, and he stood at the very end of our block with his hands raised. When he dropped them, we took off down the middle of the street. OMG -- I was laughing so hard, and Mike took off like a torpedo. He slowed down and started taunting me -- "How come you're slowing down? Can't beat the Gearbow, eh?" Gearbow is his self-titled nick-name. LOL!!!
As to the stress-filled swim...I can so empathize with you. There's nothing I hate worse than waiting for the lifeguards to get their poop together.
There is only ONE lifeguard at the pool that actually opens the pool for 7:00am and I have thanked her many times for that courtesy. All the rest figure that 7:00am is the time they come walking in the door. So, by the time they unlock doors, turn on lights, and put the lane ropes up, it is always 7:15am.
Not a big deal some days, but when you are saddled with a ding-wad in your lane, the swimming just goes to hell.
I like Keith's suggestion -- his inner shark has spoken. LOL!!!!
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