I swam this afternoon. It was blissfully quiet. There is nothing worse than an overly busy swimming pool but Monday day times are, it seems, a good time to go.
I shared the lane, for the most part, with one rather serious devotchka. Her preference was for back stroke which is fine, but she was sending out these huge bow waves and when we’d pass one another in the middle, the bow waves would invariably throw me off course.
Perhaps the lanes are too narrow.