I have previously written posts about swimming (see also here!), but it's been a while since Jon or I have hit the pool for some laps. Like . . . I don't even remember the last time I swam laps at my friendly, neighborhood JCC indoor pool. I knew my endeavor yesterday evening was going to be hard, which is why I was glad I was the only one in the pool. The 9:00 p.m. to 9:30 p.m. slot is THE BEST for when you (i.e., I) need to make a fool of yourself (i.e., myself) lap swimming. I very rarely have had to share a lane during that time, and when I did in the past, I shared with only Jono. Apparently no one wants to swim that late, or they are *too cool* to feel the need to hide under the cover of darkness and they choose the busiest lap-swim times to show off their mad skillz. But I'm not jealous or anything . . .
I pushed open the door to the pool and accidentally said, "Oh!" when I saw it was just me and the lifeguard, Michelle. (Her name was written on a handy whiteboard so you know whose name to scream when you start to drown.) I have always found this personal-swimming-pool thing a little awkward, as it's has happened to me in the past: I feel a little bit like I'm putting on a one-woman show for Michelle or whichever lifeguard has the misfortune of watching me gasp for air at each end and adjust my dang earplugs and foggy goggles a hundred times. I'm at the point now where, while I'm swimming, I make up introductory sentences I would say if I ever got the guts to chat with them. "Got any pointers for my freestyle, besides to generally improve everything?" "Is there a trick to keeping these stupid goggles from fogging up during EVERY lap?" "Are you judging me for taking a break after every 25 meters? 'Cuz this sh!t's hard."