Case in point, the public swimming pool.
There is a new facility near us that has two indoor pools - one for general goofing around in and another for serious swimmers with lanes and rules and things. So far, so good. I haven’t been ‘swimming’ at a community pool since I was about ten years old but really, they don’t look much different. Blue. Water. Diving boards. Same. But wait….it’s not the same at all!
|Pool when I was a kid|
Are you kidding me? This is the reason I haven’t gone in all my adult years. Just the thought of the shivering, the blue lips, the 20 minutes just to get in the water bit by bit so as not to have a seizure (which I was convinced could happen even at a young age).
So, going to the pool last week I was THRILLED to realize I could just walk into the water without going through the histrionics I was prepared for. This was especially good seeing as I was in the kiddies pool and the midgets all seemed so calm. Next thing to learn is how to swim. Not many people over 4 were using noodles to keep afloat and unlike my fellow swimmers, I didn’t have my mother with me to keep from going under. My only advantage was my feet could touch the bottom of the pool without getting my hair wet.
|You have no idea how many kids I had to fight off to get one of these|
I wonder if that's how Olympic swimmers get started. It's just too damn hot so they hit the water and just never get out. Sounds like a lot of work just to cool off but there you go - some people are pros, some go against the tide, and others noodle it just to stay afloat.