I went to the downtown Y this morning with goggles and suit in hand. Good old Central branch. Nothing changes there. Gwen was behind the desk, I use the same locker every time, notice the same greasy dim lighting, leave my towel and glasses on the bench, grab a kick board, and get my lane. I don't know what it is with age-group swimmers deciding to bite large pieces from kick-boards, but it can be done. I always look for a nice stout kick-board, one that I can pull through the water like a fin when I'm doing turns. Don't use the big ones. 'Bob' was there. His name is embroidered on his backpack. He's likely in his 80's. The triathlete was there, the one that can't do flip turns. He's doesn't swim intervals which I find odd....he just swims from one side to the next doing grab turns. I would fall asleep and drown if that's all I knew of swimming. The couple bobbing in the open area was there also - all the normal players.
Except for the lifeguard.
There's a new guard in town. Lifeguards change over a lot - monthly I bet. They start out eager enough to save lives I suppose - he said "good morning" brightly from the chair. I smiled and waved, knowing he wouldn't be there long. It's probably the heat. I cannot stand to sit around on a pool deck, sweltering, watching physical activity, doing nothing. It a pretty important job. The title says it all: Life Saver. You can be all kinds of things in life, but rarely do any of us get the chance to save someone from drowning. Still the heat though, I couldn't do it.
Swam 1,500 yards. 800 SKPS ( SWIM-KICK-PULL-SWIM). For the Pull on that I did a 200 IM drill down regular back. Then did a 200 free fast to see if I could lap the triathlete twice in 8 lengths, just missed him on the second approach. 4 x 50 Fly/Free. 200 Kick, 100 Warm down and out. Gwen sold me two bananas for a dollar and then I was on my way to Starbucks.
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