**Note, as you will read, this was started 3 weeks ago. I am a little behind! But instead of starting over, I will continue this one and will send the most recent one in a day or two. Just pretend it is still 3 weeks ago!
Good lord where does the time go? I apologize to my loyal fans (I think my followers have gone up to 8...not bad, my readerdom has grown exponentially. Even my Mom admitted to reading it! YAY ME.) for the time in between posts but I didn't want to interrupt the Olympics! (Who besides me thought the closing ceremony people were drinking some seriously jacked up kool-aid?)
Oh! So braided hairy guy actually came back. And he must have heard or felt the heave of the group gag as he entered the pool because he WAXED! He still has the ridiculous thing hanging off of his chin but he is no longer the braided hairy back guy!
Unfortunately, though, for us women, the scrape-the-dead-skin-off-my-gross-feet-with-a-file-thing-and-pumice-stone-lady has decided that THE PUBLIC SHOWER is the perfect place to do that. It's just disgusting.
So I only have 4 weeks to go and the swimming is going fine. I have left the beginner class and graduated to the advanced class. I got so ninja in the beginners group that Misael would actually ask me to show people what to do. I got so turbotious that the swimmers in the next lane would stop swimming, look around, startled by the wake and wonder how a speedboat got into the pool. Good thing Im so full of myself huh? My big head helps me float!
Seriously, I was so much more advanced in the beginner group that I moved to Mike's group. I don't like Mike nearly as much as Misael. Well..I don't like Mike at all. I truly was the worst of the advanced when I started and although my technique was good, I was still slow. Mike doesn't like slow...even if it says in the brochure that its for ANY swim level.
Plus, yucky foot lady is in Mike's class. She is not a bad swimmer but she lets everyone know that SHE thinks she is a great swimmer. The first advanced class I took I heard her tell another girl, who also was taking her first class, that at least she was better than...she saw me and didn't finish. I knew what she was gonna say but I play it cool and I just let it roll off my back...like the water I swim through.
She obviously has serious confidence issues if she has to cut other people down. (Yes I AM an armchair psychologist!)
But get this...the next class, foot lady is there and we are swimming and I am improving. And I see WHY she is a better swimmer! The cheater uses swim fins! I would be fast too, beeha if I cheated and used fins!
I will admit that I am not cool enough not to make just slightly snide comment to her about how ANYONE would be faster using fins. That holier-than-thou smile drained off her face.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself.
So I swim. And I get better every swim. And I think about Missy Franklin. And I think that if I could channel just an OUNCE of her speed, I would be good.
And each night as I leave the pool, my inner Will Farrell shakes my head in a sideways, headbangers ball kinda way to get all the water out of my ears.
"What is love? Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more"
Be well everyone.
Peace out
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