Diary of a Non-Swimmer Day 2

Back at the pool.  Day 2 of my swim odyssey.

Brent still can't bring himself to enter the pool until he complains (read whine) for at least 15 min.  I myself shower with really cold water before I get into the pool so the pool water feels warm.  It's 25 degrees outside.  Did I mention that  I put my suit on at home so I don't have to dress in the girls, I mean, women's locker room.

     I enter the pool to find a party going on.  Lots of little kiddies swimming and jumping off the diving board while eating cupcakes.  Causing quiet a ruckus and producing very large waves.  Only two lanes are available during open swim and both are taken.  We opt for the open water next to the lane line.  After a few near misses, involving a little girl and my foot, the little kids don't bother us. Some of the kids think Brent is one of the life guards. ha ha. They are even skittish of me.  Must be the professional speedo I am wearing.

 People in other lanes are like robots.  Back and forth, back and forth. Who do they think they are kidding?   I snuggle up next to the lane line and set off.  I feel stronger today.  First 100 yards feels wonderful. The next 50 yards not so much.  50 after that worse.  Whose idea was this again and why does the wall seem so far away.  I have begun to switch from free to back stroke so I can keep count of yards. 100 free, 100 back.

 Brent gives me some tips on my backstroke.

     "Kick your feet so they break the water.  It will shoot you out on top of the water and you'll go faster."

     Shoot me out of the water?

     Shoot me out of the water!?

     YA NO.

  There is no shooting happening. 

The higher my feet go the deeper my head goes and there's the bottom of the pool again.  And here I thought backstroke was my stroke.  For some reason the gravity in the deep end  is stronger and I end up on the bottom of the pool struggling to the top and the air promised there.  I imagine I am a hump back whale breaching the surface.  In a great show splashing all the others as I flop back into the pool lungs filled once again with life giving air.

           I manage to eek out a thousand yards and cling to the wall trying to calm my heart.  It's causing little ripples through out the pool as it tries to escape my chest.  Trying to catch my breath I decide  I am not fond of the flip turn.
     As I hang on the wall arms out to the side I ask Brent to put my hurt arm flat against the wall to stretch it out.  I SHOULD have added gently.  Snap my arm is flat against the wall.

  Son of a nutcracker!

 A sheepish look spreads across his face.  "oops?"

 After a few (15-50 what's the diff?) minutes I  pull myself out of the water. 

GRAVITY SUCKS!!! 

I decide I will retire on the Moon!

 I shower, changing discreetly, too many little kids, don't want to traumatize any of them.  We head for home.. I am famished.  How does this help me loose weight?
1,000 yards 45 min.