No Splashing!

Hello readers!

This is a very special weekend for me. I get to be alone all weekend and do whatever I want! Matt and Andrew’s schedules have miraculously aligned and THIS WEEKEND ONLY, they are both out-of-town. Oh sweet alone time! Right now, I’m listening to music, drinking coffee and doing a little CFA practice with some snacks and blogging. If a good tune comes on, I can bust a move anywhere in the apartment completely uninhibited (I usually hold back just a little).  When the sun shines in the middle of the living room, I roll around in the warm spot with the fluffy babies. The sky’s the limit for me today.

And, yes, on Sweet Alone-Time Weekend, I got up at 6:30 am! Took the pups out and then headed to the YMCA to get in the pool when it opened at 7:30. Arriving early ensures optimal lane selection. I hopped in lane 2 (there were 4 designated lap swimming lanes).

You could say Sweet Alone-Time Weekend was going along swimmingly until a splasher got in the lane next to me. A splasher is one of the worst offenders in the pool. They’re not quite as bad as getting stuck behind a slow fatty, but they can cause more harm because if you come up for air when they’re flailing their arms about, you can get a mouthful of chlorine water. I know what the non-swimmers are thinking.

“You’re in a pool you big baby, splashing is par for the course”.

Yes and no.  Most “natural” splashing comes from the kicking, and it generally goes straight up and doesn’t really disturb others. Arm-flailers, tend to splash to the side with their hands.  I believe that most splashers don’t realize that they’re splashing as much as they are. However, there are some people who splash a lot to “appear” to be swimming hard. That is where it gets incredibly frustrating. The guy swimming next to  me was the later…

I’m 27 years old. I’ve been swimming for 17 years… and today, for the first time. I splashed the splasher! YEP, don’t mess with me today. this is MY weekend!