My swim in the outdoor pool yesterday was made marginally more uncomfortable by the fact that my swimming costume hadn't dried out from the swim the day before. Putting on a damp cozzie and then running, in sub-zero temperatures, from the changing room to the water is a less than welcoming experience. At least the water was pleasantly warm (like the Caribbean Sea it says on the posters, designed to lure the reluctant swimmer in). I cruised along on my back, swirling my arms around, but the bright sunshine meant I had to close my eyes. Its quite tricky, swimming with your eyes closed, so I tried swimming with one eye closed and the other fixed on the lane rope, but after zig zagging down the lane bumping into a couple of people, realised this wasn't going to work. I tried breast stroke (not my best as I have never been able to stop my legs 'scissoring') but again had to close my eyes due to the sun. After nearly garrotting myself on the lane rope, I decided this wasn't a good idea either. At least I must have been providing entertainment for the life-guards.
I used to be a life-guard, it is as boring a job as it looks. Out of two year's work, I can remember two things; not being able to get out of the 'high chair' due to my vertigo (luckily no one drowned while I waited for a colleague to get back from his tea-break), and fishing for turds with a net on a long pole (its really hard, as they roll away from the net as soon as it is about a centimetre away and you have to be careful not to get into a 'smearing' situation).
So if you are going to do back stroke in a pool, keep your eyes open, make sure you have shaved your arm-pits and if you see a life-guard with a net its time to get out and have your shower.
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