Yesterday I showed up at my gym for my Saturday swim to find that the lifeguard had gotten drunk the night before and didn’t show up for work. All the other lifeguards were at the party (and probably also hungover) and no one could get in touch with them.
So the pool was closed.
After driving an hour and a half, it wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. I promised I wouldn’t drown, but they just couldn’t let me in (I get why, but I had to ask anyway). I sat down, bummed, trying to figure out what to do.
So there I was, feeling kind of sorry for myself and gauging the distance to the next pool, when Dyana walked through the door. She was last semester’s lifeguard (I swim at a college pool), who I hadn’t seen at the pool since the new year. Looking like she was ready to hit the gym herself, she asked the girls at the front desk what was going on.
They talked for a minute, she looked at me. Then she said she would lifeguard for two hours or until they found someone, whatever came first.
Yes, she is incredibly cool. It was definitely her day off and I am pretty sure she took that shift because I was sitting in the corner looking completely pathetic. I need to figure out a really good way to thank her.
that she saved my swim. 4050 yards later, I went into the locker room to change and stepped into an unknown level of hell. About 5 women in their 50’s – 70’s were walking around naked with their towels IN THEIR HANDS.
Actually, that is not true. One of them had two towels – a towel on her head and one in her hand. I guess at least she covered up the hair on her head.
This is a very small locker room. It is impossible to walk around it without bumping into people and parts of naked people. These women were chatting and laughing as if they were standing around a coffee machine.
I would at least be a little cold after a while.
I always pick a corner locker, and this time I was super thankful, because I could look into that corner and not have to see what was going on behind me. I looked into the corner and got dressed as quickly as possible. I turned around, figuring that they would all be dressed by then.
Still holding towels, still chatting away, arching their backs, laughing. I got out of there STAT.
On a completely different note, I thought I would try posting a video from today’s run (fully clothed). This is my first video that I have posted here that I shot myself, I really don’t know what I am doing with this stuff.
I don’t know if it worked or not. I think it did, at least it did on my preview.
I talk about the Boise Road a lot on this blog, and I do most of my runs over 6 miles there. I thought it would be fun to show you where I like to run, on the run. It is a snowmobile trail now if you get all technical, but I prefer to call it my personal running trail.
So anyway, this was shot on the run today on the Boise Road with my borrowed dog Austin (Bailey is NOT a runner) – this is what it looked like here today.
Swim: 4050 yards
Bike: 101 miles
Run: 23 miles