I’ve been swimming six times since I got my pool pass, all on Sunday morning at opening time at 8:00AM. My friend and I actually arrive a few minutes before 8:00 because we want to be sure to get a lane to share before they begin to fill up. So far, we’ve had to share a lane with one other person, which means the three of us swim in a loop. It’s quite manageable; it definitely should be, since the lanes are 50 meters long on Sunday mornings. The bulkheads are usually set to mark 25 meter lanes, but we prefer the 50 meter. Maybe it seems faster since we have to turn less frequently.
Some sensations from this morning:
-The cool water streaming across me as I kicked off for my first lap.
-Orange and brown tree tops against a bright blue sky every time I come up for air on the window side.
-The sounds of ACDC, Fleetwood Mac, and Led Zeppelin floating out of the speakers when I reach the end of the pool and take a brief rest.
-The black line dipping down the pool bottom, like a road leading into a valley.
-Older ladies walking in the slow lane.
-A grumpy man with a kickboard who admonishes a nice man for not asking before joining his lane.
-The nice man offering a cheerful greeting of “good morning.”
-Life guards standing up in their chairs, talking to each other across the pool, their words swallowed by the water as I kicked off the wall for another lap.
-Catching up with my friend as we sit against the industrial strength jets in the hot tub.
It’s a great way to start a Sunday.
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