At the end, there were only two of us left in the pool. I got out and the woman left in was stopped for a minute and allowed as how she was feeling pressured being the only one left - the lifeguard was going to be scrutinizing her. The three of us had a nice laugh.
After my shower she was in the dressing room and saying that really, being the only one swimming in the pool was creepy. She was young and nicely shaped and strong looking. She had been swimming in the Very Fast lane.
As we chatted she said that she was impressed by my staying power and that I had nice technique and a decent speed! I was floored and wallowing in the praise when I told her I tried to do 200 yards every day. She looked at me like I was nuts and said 'surely you did more than that... you were out there for a long time...' We wished each other good days and she went into the shower and I went to the car.
And then head slapped. 200 yards???? I do 2,000 yards. Geesh. That happens a lot. I get a traffic jam between my ears and my brain. I hear that I'm saying something stupid but my brain doesn't get the word until way past time to fix it.
I don't think it's old age, I think it's just faulty equipment. And a lust for speed.
But really, this was a real swimmer and she said I had good technique and decent speed. Sweet!
Yesterday at the library, I picked up a stack of CD's for some new swim music and, it turns out, I chose nicely. Plus, I didn't even get through half of it so I still have new musical discoveries to come.