I decided I'd start up a thread that's unique.
Today, I went to the Aquatic Center that's five minutes away from my house, since the University pool, where my Masters Group and I meet is closed for maintenance (Thank God the maintenance week is almost over). When I went in the Aquatic Center's Natatorium, I saw that the pool wasn't crowded with pool users, (Thank you, God!) dove in Lane 5 and had the Lap pool all to myself for my whole session! Today was TRUELY a priceless swim session.
So I ask, have any of you ever had the wonderful privilage of having the pool all to yourself?
This subject dragged me out of lurk mode, I hope some of you can relate.
One of my favorite swims happened during a masters practice just after I joined the Temescal Masters in Oakland CA. I grew up and learned to swim in Massachusetts, where almost all the pools of my youth were in basements and were generaly 4 lanes by 20 yds. They were always over heated and had a dank feel, musty.
Swimming outdoors in CA was a revalation, particularly the backstroke. I had been swimming about two months, and it was getting close to Christmas, it was pretty cold and raining, but I figured , what the heck and went to practice. A dozen or so other swimmers showed, so it was a lively practice. Coach threw in a fin set at the end of the main set and gave us the instruction to try kicking underwater on our backs. Great fun with fins anytime, but when it's dark, and raining, no pouring, the raindrops do an amazing dance with the surface. You know those photos you see of droplets hanging in the air after another drop has penetrated the surface?
Well that's how the drop coming through looks from underneath. I think that's the moment I got hooked on swimming again. I was enjoying it for sure, but that little event really got me. Still at it 22 years later!
This subject dragged me out of lurk mode, I hope some of you can relate.
One of my favorite swims happened during a masters practice just after I joined the Temescal Masters in Oakland CA. I grew up and learned to swim in Massachusetts, where almost all the pools of my youth were in basements and were generaly 4 lanes by 20 yds. They were always over heated and had a dank feel, musty.
Swimming outdoors in CA was a revalation, particularly the backstroke. I had been swimming about two months, and it was getting close to Christmas, it was pretty cold and raining, but I figured , what the heck and went to practice. A dozen or so other swimmers showed, so it was a lively practice. Coach threw in a fin set at the end of the main set and gave us the instruction to try kicking underwater on our backs. Great fun with fins anytime, but when it's dark, and raining, no pouring, the raindrops do an amazing dance with the surface. You know those photos you see of droplets hanging in the air after another drop has penetrated the surface?
Well that's how the drop coming through looks from underneath. I think that's the moment I got hooked on swimming again. I was enjoying it for sure, but that little event really got me. Still at it 22 years later!
