six lanes, 25 yards, paceclocks,
kickboards, pull buoys, all lanes are roped.
The water is a bit warm and parking
downtown is a bitch.
Coming from a week of workouts at the
Prospect YMCA, a pool so horrid and evil that I may change my religion, this
Y pool in Minneapolis was a feast for my eyes. To truly appreciate having
a lane to one's self, one needs to share a lane in a twenty yard pool with
four non- swimmers who resent your every flip turn. I had a mild flu, but
still I swam hard all week because how could I pass up this opportunity? I
can be sick next week, when I'm back in Brooklyn.
High 8's from the judges.
25 yards, kickboards, paceclocks
Only a few of the lanes are marked
off for lap swim and the rest go to children.
If you don't know how I feel about kids,
you must be a first time reader. Let me clue you in: I hate them. They pee
in the pool, they dash in and out of the lap lanes and they love to finger
my equipment. Plus they make noise and their goggles never fit right on their
tiny heads. And they represent hope for the future, and I hate hope more than
I hate kids. Aside from that, this pool is fine. I left my swimsuit in the
spinner, sent a SASE and they mailed it back to me. I wouldn't normally take
this one over the Downtown Y, but parking was a nightmare on Saturday so I
drove to the suburbs.
9 1/2. Whoa.