This is really annoying to me, but why does it seem the first option for most rec swimmers is to split the lane when there are 2 swimmers. I always say we should swim circle if I am in the lane and someone else is coming in, but if I am coming in the person usually wants to split the lane. It is so unnatural to be swimming on the left side of the lane.
Do any of my fellow posters here harbor demonic thoughts when lap swimming with slower folks? I wish I were a better person, but I must say that my inner Conan the Barbarian feels a sense of triumph when I can get a plodder to move to another lane, allowing me sole purview of my lane, sharing no longer required, nor open eyes.
Another dire fantasy I have on occasion, especially when the sharing lap swimmer is wearing a bikini and struggling, despite ample floaties, to keep her pouting mouth above the water line: orca and baby harbor seal.
Under such circumstances, rare as they might be, I do keep my eyes open.
On the rare occasions when life presents me with the opportunity for the orca and baby harbor seal dire fantasy, I am actually chagrined if the lane sharer moves over...
On the moral rectitude side, I have yet to intentionally practice aquatic frotteuring on any baby harbor seals who wander haplessly into my territory, that being lane 3 of the Sewickley Family YMCA.
All of the above rumination, I should add, is coming from the thalamus and other primitive sections of my brain. My forebrain is shocked, absolutely shocked, to think of such things!
And on this note, I am off for a swim. Wonder if any of the nursing students will be taking a break between classes?
Do any of my fellow posters here harbor demonic thoughts when lap swimming with slower folks? I wish I were a better person, but I must say that my inner Conan the Barbarian feels a sense of triumph when I can get a plodder to move to another lane, allowing me sole purview of my lane, sharing no longer required, nor open eyes.
Another dire fantasy I have on occasion, especially when the sharing lap swimmer is wearing a bikini and struggling, despite ample floaties, to keep her pouting mouth above the water line: orca and baby harbor seal.
Under such circumstances, rare as they might be, I do keep my eyes open.
On the rare occasions when life presents me with the opportunity for the orca and baby harbor seal dire fantasy, I am actually chagrined if the lane sharer moves over...
On the moral rectitude side, I have yet to intentionally practice aquatic frotteuring on any baby harbor seals who wander haplessly into my territory, that being lane 3 of the Sewickley Family YMCA.
All of the above rumination, I should add, is coming from the thalamus and other primitive sections of my brain. My forebrain is shocked, absolutely shocked, to think of such things!
And on this note, I am off for a swim. Wonder if any of the nursing students will be taking a break between classes?
