It kind of bothers me a little but more in a moral high ground kind of way and not in a we'd better fix it way.
Going to a Olympic sized, outdoor, salt water pool that is a half mile walk from the car and a half mile walk back is out of that zone about 4 times over. Had it just been one or two, maybe I could have relaxed and enjoyed it but as it was, it's going under the heading of "I sure don't need to do that again."
Getting parking was almost a fail but I finally snagged a spot and then I started the walk. And hit the first show stopper. Between the car and the walkway is a really steep incline. As I walked down it, all I could think of was how was I going to swim a mile, walk a half mile and manage to walk up this hill? And, in fact, that's about all I thought about til I got back up that hill.
After you spend every day swimming 25 yards, swimming 50 yards is - honestly - way farther than twice as far. And being outside, is distracting. Especially when it's raining. And the saltwater, which I know is going to make my skin feel great, is kind of icky to swim in.
On the up side, it was not crowded and that was excellent. But, it wasn't great fun.
When I get into my nice, bright, clean indoor pool, especially after the first lap, I feel like I never ever want to stop. That's the way I felt on Saturday morning. Today, in that big salted pool outside, I was ready to quit after the first lap. I ended up doing a half mile and at about my usual pace but it was that much fun. And I was worried about that damn hill.
I finally did make it up the hill but it wiped me totally out. I had to sit in the car and breathe for 5 minutes before I could even think about doing anything else.
I'm actually glad I did it. Now I don't have to wonder what it's like. I know and I know not to do it again. So all is good. I even snapped a photo to remind me.
This is it map-wise:
And this is the view across the pool to the lake.