The Pool

Some people are able to walk in and out of a grocery store without a story. I'm not one of them.

 

It started with me going to the grocery store after swimming at the gym.

 

After swimming I have wet hair. Apparently, this is an issue for an older woman who happened to be in front of me at checkout.

 

"Women should not come out in public as if they just walked out of the shower. You should put effort into your appearance."

 

I just pulled my exhausted body out of a pool after swimming 2,100 yards. I reek of chlorine, my eyes burn and I'm starving. I'm thinking my wet hair is the least of the issue. And really, the only one it's hurting is me; especially in the freezer section.

 

Also, I'm working out. And not just lying around on my butt.

 

Thank you very much.

 

You know The Oatmeal's Why I run long distances?

 

Yeah, well, this is like that. Only it's not.

 

A long, long time ago I was on a swim team.

 

It was a love hate relationship with the pool.

 

I love swimming. I love the quiet under water and I love the lightness and the buoyancy.

 

I hate the cold water. I loathe the cold water. Especially early in the morning.  

 

Try running people say. I'm lazy. I'd rather lie on the couch with a book then go run.

 

 

Yeah, me and running is not a pretty thing. In fact, if you ever see me running, there is a very good chance I am being chased. Check behind me, and then start running because zombies are probably closing in.

 

I also prefer Cheetos to carrots.

 

Sugary drinks to water.

 

Do I eat Cheetos?

 

No.

 

Do I drink pop?

 

No.

 

Well, maybe occasionally.

 

But with swimming, like running, it's okay to eat an out of control amount.

 

 I'm not training for anything. It's just my preferred method of working out.

 

When we were at the apartment I used the workout facility and spent a lot of time on the elliptical and stationary bike. I spent so much time on the elliptical it was amazing I could walk normally instead of my legs moving in a circular motion.

 

And that is when I went back to the pool.

 



 So I entered the pool. I picked it back up one summer when we were in the apartment, and I swam for twenty minutes on the hour, until I swam for an hour and a half.

I had a great tan that summer. And I lost a lot of inches around my thighs, stomach, and butt.

Anyway, when I looking to join a gym I wanted a pool. Sure I can do all those at home workouts, and stuff, but I really liked the coolness of the pool water.

The lightness of the water, but the resistance of a million strength bands, leaves me exhausted when I finish my hour swim.

And this isn't an old lady swim, this is a swim where I'm so tired, I can barely pull myself out of the pool.

 

 But I'm not one of those people to brag about my workout on social media. I leave that to the Crossfitters. They can brag about their horrible form.

Have you seen those Crossfit games?

It's amazing those guys haven't somehow torn every ligament and tendon in their body. Horrible form. And that's just them trying to swim.

Also, no one cares about my workout.

 

Except for the old lady at the grocery store. She really cares about my workout.