On Friday the pool wife and I went swimming. We’ve had a rough winter for swimming, and pretty much gave up being able to regularly get to the pool, between bad weather and the cold and a rather unpleasant series of encounters with a woman who works for the pool.
There’s a rule that when you use the pool you have to take off both pool covers. But when it’s just the two of us we like to leave one on; we’re not using that half of the pool and it wastes energy to take that cover off, and it’s not like we are playing in the pool: we’re swimming laps in our lanes, not even diving. Nothing bad is going to happen. But in December this lady just freaked out at us about the cover left on the pool, insisting we had to remove it because it was a safety issue and blah blah blah. She showed up every time we went swimming for a while, yelling at us like a crazy person. Finally she said she was going to come check the pool every day to see if we were swimming with the cover on and we just kind of gave up and stopped swimming.
So Friday we went to the pool for the first time in a while. Took both stupid covers off, which didn’t feel so bad because it was kind of a warm night. I swam about 15 laps, which is not really that much, before we finished up and went home. It wasn’t much but by the end I was almost cramping up with hunger. That’s the thing about swimming; I sure do notice any dietary restrictions with it.
No other exercise this weekend. I spent some time working on my bees, cleaning the hive up and pruning the roses away from it, but that’s not much exercise. I’m going to see how adding more running days next week works out.












