The pool is filled with water and
you are not Christopher Reeve.
Oh God...here goes. 20 yards, hot
water, no flags, no black marks on the walls, no lane ropes, no lifeguard,
no hope. And skanky gross green kickboards.
I knew this would suck. I lowered my expectations
as low as possible, and still I was disappointed. I swam here only because
I was working in Augusta, Ga which has no lap pool in the winter time and
the only thing worse than swimming in a crummy twenty yard pool is getting
back in shape after missing a week of workouts. Anyway, Columbia is an hour
drive and I didn't have anything to do all day, especially in Augusta, a true
cultural wasteland. The Swimmers Guide Online said the Y was twenty yards
long, and I prayed they were wrong and they weren't. Of course. The only saving
grace is that the staff is very nice, the way that very nice Southern people
are when they want to make me feel guilty for complaining. It was Christmas
time and staffers were wrapping presents for needy kids, which is a hell of
alot more than I ever do, so there.