Saturday mornings there is a group of macho guys who swim together -- well, not exactly "swim", they more or less hang at the end of a lane and talk about swimming..........at lot..........in great detail. I am still relegated to the slow lane plodding along with the breast and back stroke because of my shoulder, but I swear, I get more lengths in than they do combined. Oh, they hammer a couple of laps every now and then, but have to stop and talk about how hard they swim, what strokes are the best, what times they post per lap. It's quite funny to watch them watching their watches, waiting for the hand to be in the right position for them to have another go....maybe, or maybe not.
And, of course, they wear the flippers and the hand paddles, the caps and the goggles and make more splash than a commercial wave pool! Do they think harder pounding with the pads makes for a tougher workout? It's really amusing.
But one thing guys, unless you are actually in a meet, please, please lose the speedos. They are hideous, grotesque, obscene and disgusting -- very jarring at 7 a.m.
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