My neighborhood pool is AWESOME as you can see from the photo below. Of course, it better be since my monthly fees are like a small mortgage.
I've succeeded in going to swim laps after work again today. This means very little sun benefit (which explains the various shades of white and brown skin on my body), but I do get a swim lane.
As I was gliding through the water, I noted the lifeguards.
Isn't it ironic that the people that are designated to save my life are all but 15 years old, scrawny as toothpicks, and are busy checking out the other lifeguards?
During the 15 minute adult swim, I happened to be the only person in the pool along with a "scrawny" sitting way up in a chair watching me. She was about as big as my left thigh. Which, in retrospect, isn't a great analogy. My thighs are longer and wider than most of the population by mere body height.
It was an interesting thought and one that made me swim longer - hoping to build up strength so that I could take care of an actual rescue.
On another note - swimming in 100 degree humid weather (and weirdly hot and humid water), isn't that refreshing.
