Thanks to my obsession with writing essay answers and reluctance to go outside in freezing temperatures, I was late getting to the swimming pool, but I still went and did the work for the rest of the class time, which was half an hour in the four foot deep area of the pool, following directions
Right afterwards, I got out of the pool, grabbed my towel and a floation belt and hauled my wet body to the lane pool, which is also the outdoor pool. The pool has a large ceiling and walls skeleton, which is covered with a huge white cloth skin in the winter to keep the heat in.
I was expecting the pool to have a shallow end, with three feet depth going to five feet, as the indoor pool had, but somewhere along the timeline that I wasn't paying attention to, that half all became an even seven feet deep, and the coy little drainage ditch that used to be between the water and the edge was gone, and the water went right up to the edge of the pool. (I am sooo easy to impress.) I got my belt on, and got into the slow lane and started "water-walking" back and forth half the length of the pool. (Suspended water-walking is pretty much glorified dog paddling.) I was amused at one point to discover that my brain was quiet, that the whole focus was to keep my arms and legs moving. There was an amber and black reader board with ads that flashed up, one after another, and at least six large timers that marked the minutes and seconds of the clock to help hold my interest for the half hour.
When I got out, I removed my floation belt, grabbed my towel and headed to the door. Between the doors of the outdoor pool and the indoor pool is about five feet of outside (freezing!) air. I pulled my door open just as Cynthia opened her door. I didn't wait for manners.
"Thank you, Cynthia! Thank you! Thank you!" I gushed as I hurried past her.
She laughed. "Hey Barb! Good job! Good job!"
Right afterwards, I got out of the pool, grabbed my towel and a floation belt and hauled my wet body to the lane pool, which is also the outdoor pool. The pool has a large ceiling and walls skeleton, which is covered with a huge white cloth skin in the winter to keep the heat in.
I was expecting the pool to have a shallow end, with three feet depth going to five feet, as the indoor pool had, but somewhere along the timeline that I wasn't paying attention to, that half all became an even seven feet deep, and the coy little drainage ditch that used to be between the water and the edge was gone, and the water went right up to the edge of the pool. (I am sooo easy to impress.) I got my belt on, and got into the slow lane and started "water-walking" back and forth half the length of the pool. (Suspended water-walking is pretty much glorified dog paddling.) I was amused at one point to discover that my brain was quiet, that the whole focus was to keep my arms and legs moving. There was an amber and black reader board with ads that flashed up, one after another, and at least six large timers that marked the minutes and seconds of the clock to help hold my interest for the half hour.
When I got out, I removed my floation belt, grabbed my towel and headed to the door. Between the doors of the outdoor pool and the indoor pool is about five feet of outside (freezing!) air. I pulled my door open just as Cynthia opened her door. I didn't wait for manners.
"Thank you, Cynthia! Thank you! Thank you!" I gushed as I hurried past her.
She laughed. "Hey Barb! Good job! Good job!"
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