I hit the Y right after work. Jorgenson. The rich Y. It's lacks spirit completely. Too clean and pretty. Sterile. No one talks. I much prefer the old downtown branch, with the dark locker room, rusty lockers, a little crust along the edges, and strange people in the water. Jorgenson makes me feel guilty.
Anyway - that's where I went. I had a lane to myself for about 500 yards, then two people got in, one without goggles swimming with his head out of the water and another guy that wanted to circle swim the wrong way, as if we were in England, down the left. That's fine I suppose, but seeing as we were actually standing in a pool in America I forced my position and the three of us swam down the right side of the lane. 'No goggles' made it for about two 50's then got out panting on the side. The Englishman lead the charge splashing about near the center line the whole time. I held back and did single arm drill to pass the time, but quickly decided to hop out.
At home I did bench press with the boys. I'm a fairly puny weight lifter. It's refreshing sometimes to hear some honest self-deprecation, huh? I've been trying to consistantly lift in the hopes it may improve my overall fitness and performance. At night I stood outside for a bit and watched the moon....and I couldn't feel the slightest degree of muscular stress from my 13 mile run the day before. It's good to be fit.
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