Apparently, I swim a lot faster when I’m ticked off. I didn’t time how long it took—I’m sure it actually took me longer than average to finish my swim today—but I know the times when I was mad, I was flying.
Why was I mad? Ah, good question. It has to do with the fact that they’ve decided to close all but one lane again. Yes, the ever loving circle swim. Yup, I got there and there was no one else swimming. I did one lap (50 yards) and there was another guy in there. By the time I got back after the second lap, three people in the lane with another waiting.
And the lane next to us…occupied by one kid who was failing his swim test, exactly as he had done roughly a month ago when he yet again took up the entire lane for 45 minutes to not pass his swim test. Seriously, I think the coach needs to recognize the kid can’t yet swim 500 yards without stopping and make him, you know, practice and stuff.
Anyway, that was the first time during my swim that I got miffed and pounded the everlovin’ out of the water at mach 3. The second time was after I got the lane back to myself, and a club came in and just decided that they wanted all three of the end lanes. Nevermind that on the other side of me there were…come to think of it, three lanes! Nope, they wanted the three lanes that included the one I was in and made me get out and head over to the one of the other lanes they could just as easily have used.
I never swam 300 yards as fast as I did at that point.
Anyway, despite all that, and the fact that I know my arms are gonna kill me tomorrow (they already are starting up now), I got 2000 yards. Brining my total to 59,000 and leaving just 1,701,000 left to go.
