1) Sandi and I with our jell-o. 2) The start of the 100 IM. Just trying not to fall off the block. 3) Awards. 4) BF and I at bonfire after the meet. Baileys and decaf post-meet hits the spot.
I was attacked by a locker vulture this morning. Where I swim, the locker room is shaped like two U's pushed together (basically, an E) with probably 50 lockers. While I will take any locker, usually one on the end is available because I get there so early. Today was no exception. This continually frustrates a woman who shows up for water aerobics 10 minutes before I'm done.
Water aerobics woman (WAW) does not like this. Though there are 47 other lockers available, she waits for mine. I spent some time organizing my gym bag before leaving and this did not go over well. She stood holding her stuff - audibly sighing (wheezing?) - waiting for me to finish. Really, WAW? Is your day ruined if you don't have this exact locker? Is this what you want to play your rude card on? I was there first. I'll take as long as I want. And the back of your swimsuit is entirely see-through.
The swim meet went well. I'm a sandbagger, but I hadn't swam in a meet for so long I had no idea how to seed myself. Therefore the results show I cut significant amounts of time. Outstanding! 50 fly was 33.07 (decent), 100 IM 1:14.xx (good), 200 IM 1:39.97 (good) and 100 back 1:14.xx (total surprise). The 50 breast? Well, I won't be swimming that again. Most importantly, Sandi and I had a great time eating jell-o and gossiping between races.
There were some seriously fast people there and some not-so-fast. There was a woman in her 80's who raced multiple events. There was a dude who looked like a tatted-up UFC fighter who went 22.xx on the 50 free. Amazing stuff.
So I'm totally geeked-up about swimming again. So much so, I'm back to coaching for the Blazers. Tonight is my first practice since last June. Bring it on, tween swimmers. I'm ready for you.