Early Morning Swim

Today, Jessie and I went for a nice swim at the gym. She was at my house at 0445 and we were in the pool not long after that. I managed to get in the pool with less difficulty, as the water seemed to be not as cold.

Per usual, I made my way into the pool with my "region by region" method. Ankles. Knees. Hips. Cover the goods, then go in up to my waist. Hold it there. Hold. Hold. Okay...hold...hold...bounce a bit...hold...consdier getting out and going home...hold...cover up the ladies with my hands and then...hold...hold...deep breath...hold it...hold it...GO!!! Exhale sharply in the water asking yourself "why oh why?" Then...come out of the water and be cool, so your friends don't know how badly you really wanted to run straight from the pool into the sauna for 20 seconds of warmth, then go home to your lonely and cold, but warmer than the pool bed.

As the swim lesson was ending, a lady came into the pool unaware of the written and unwritten "Rules of the Pool." A gentleman in the furthest from the steps lane, also referred to as a "swim lane" or "fast lane," politely explained to her that the "light swimming" or "walking" (more affectionately called "talking") lane was the lane closest to the steps and ladder. She walked over and sat on the steps and asked us if we were aware of any rules for the lanes. Being fairly well versed, Jessie and I recited them to her, and she said "I didn't know there were rules. I only saw the sign that says 20 minute time limit." She was a sweet lady, and I think having us relate the rules to her made her feel less like she was being pushed out by the bigger, stronger people in the fast lane. Since I was instructing Jessie on swimming techniques, this made "Lane One" the perfect choice for us. She then became happier and more at ease when we explained this to her.

When we returned to my house, I decided something to drink was in order. When I pulled the refrigerator door open, the pitcher of grape juice came flying out. The Nargles had booby trapped the juice!!! There was now a wonderful regal flowage of juice all over the floor and inside the refrigerator. I had the great opportunity to wipe everything down, and watch my sponge turn from green to purple-ish stained, and my poor t-shirt that just happened to be sitting on a chair that I used to absorb the main puddle with. Not sure how that is going to look later. Perhaps I'll get lucky and it will look like a "cool" tie dye shirt from the seventies...but different. We'll see!

The good news is that I remembered to bring my raqcuet bag to work with me today, as I have a singles match today with a lady at the club. =)

ej