swimming22 May 2007
The Y has some sort of swim team that holds practice from 7-8 in the pool. Today I got there at 6, and was hard-pressed to cram in my easy-does-it mile in to the time I had. So, that hurt.
Then there’s the fact that they are all lounging about, glaring at you, waiting for you to be done. Yeah, I’m that guy. “I know that time it is!!! 6:45, mother fucker!! I have 15 minutes!!”
But, let me tell you, there’s no motivation like an entire swim team staring at you looking unimpressed to keep you from lollygagging. I think I may have overdone it. Ow. It’s cool, though, I never really liked raising my hands over my head anyway.