Chatty Kathleen, who hasn't been to p.m. swim in ages, dragged her roller luggage and headed to lane two. By the time she was finished, the "Navy Seals" were on the outside of the lap swimming lanes and one of them said I don't know why they don't put up another lane. I agree. Three lap lanes would still leave enough room for the recreational swimmers.
I got pummeled by water just about all night. The "...Seals" often made it rain on my head and when "blue short" man left, the "...Seals" got in his lane, the lifeguard got next to me and she made it rain on my head too. As Kathleen left, she said They (a.k.a. "The Seals) almost drowned me and that is definitely the price you pay for swimming in the proximity of the "Seals."
As I headed toward the locker room, the lifeguard was tickled pink. She thought that the "...Seals" really did need a lane since they are so fast and whatnot and she told someone that I was really going to get a good workout since I had to swim next to them. And it really is like swimming in a current when you're next to the "...Seals..."
The last time that I bicycled with Alison on the riverfront, I mentioned the sorry state of my fitness paraphernalia. She asked me if I wanted her to make me a bag. I had totally forgotten how artful Alison is. She put the bag together in two days.
Check out my faux fur swim bag. Kind of like how thick my arms looks in the one picture -- cuz strong muscle resides in there.
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