Two's Fine, Three's Annoying, Four and I'm Done!

So as you know by now, the majority of my posts, with exclusion to my toe, have to do with either work or things that transpire at the Young Men's Christian Association, which is now popularly known as the YMCA since before I was born. In fact, I've been so busy, I rarely have time to play my trombone anymore. Did you all even know that I'm a classical trombonist?! Well I am. But anyway, that's not the point.

So my YMCA only has 5 lanes for lap swimming, which people gladly split to make room for ten happy swimmers. Occasionally during peak hours, sometimes people will have to "circle swim" to accommodate other swimmers which is fine as long as the people have similar speeds. Otherwise it can be a real drag if you're swimming behind Grandpa...or it's even worse if you're swimming in front of Michael Phelps. But today, to what did my wandering eyes appear? Yes, four people in my lane (including myself). I was being passed and tapped on the toe and the water was so tumultuous that every time I came up for air, I ended up getting a mouthful of water to my dismay. Well I wasn't even like a tenth of the way through my workout, so I decided to stick it out and after a couple hundred meters people started to spread out to other lanes where vacancies had opened up. So I was able to rise above the situation and not completely ruin my workout (a solid 1400M today might I add).

So the moral of this story is that, if you're at my YMCA and you want me to get really angry, just hop in my lane when there are already fourteen other people traipsing around. I'll love you for it. That's all for today. I'm in search of dinner and then I have to go to the store and buy toilet paper. We never used to run out of toilet paper at home! I guess I just expected it to always be there........but it's not. Take care, all.