WALKING FOR A CAUSE...AND SOMETIMES JUST BECAUSE

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Big Black Line O'Boredom

I enjoy swimming, I really do.

If I didn't, I don't think I could swim laps for an hour at a time. I'd probably get in the pool, spend about 20 minutes farting around, swimming a few, walking a few, all while moaning about how hard working out is.

But, I like it. I suck at it and I'm slower than the average 5 year old, but in an hour I probably get about 120 lengths of the pool in.

That also means for 120 times back and forth, I stare at the black line at the bottom of the pool. I kinda need it, because if it wasn't there I wouldn't have even half a chance of swimming in a straight line, but after a few minutes, that black line is a reminder that I'll be in the water, doing nothing but going back and forth, for an hour.

(I would swim longer, but after an hour in the pool, I kinda have to pee. And if I get out, someone's gonna take my lane anyway. I've considered peeing in the pool, but that's kinda gross and with my luck the water really would turn indigo blue. And then I'd get banned from the gym, and I just rented a locker and got towel service, so I'd like to keep my membership. Plus, it's hard to swim laps in an 18ft round pool, and that's what I'd be left with.)

Still. I keep contemplating ways of distracting myself while I swim. I've considered a waterproof MP3 player, but those are kinda spendy. I've tried "writing" in my head, but by the time I'm out of the water and in the shower I've forgotten exactly what I intended on putting down on virtual paper. Mostly, I just swim, wondering how slow I really am and whether or not I'm making a good enough effort to get my heart rate up.

And I stare at that black line...

1 comment:

Journey to ATLANTA! said...

I can not swim. Don't know why. I went to summer camp. 120 laps is mighty impressive!
Just saying.
R