Little Miss Runner Pants

so.

i went to the pool yesterday.

i left work early to get some swim time in before crossfit. i've been really trying to figure out my head positioning situation and... honestly i just like to swim. regardless of the fact that i'm awful at it.. i like being in the water.

i got to the gym, changed clothes and headed to the pool area only to find one of the most gorgeous guys i've ever seen in the middle lane.

literally.. i laughed out loud.
of course! of course.. yes. there SHOULD be a really hot guy in the lane next to me... why wouldn't there be?!

i jumped in, situated my goggles/cap and checked out Hot Bod in the lane next to me. he was at the far end of the pool, taking a mini-breather.

sweet! i will wow and amaze him with my swimming skills! we will exchanged names, and digits and training techniques! it will be grand! and with that, i set off with him still standing at the end of the pool.

by the time i reached the far end (read: swam 25 yards) he was already half way back down the pool on his way towards me (read: swam 40+yards)....

HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! huh. sh*t. um. ooookay.

i turned around and swam the rest of my first lap.

and i needed a rest.

holy moly, dude swims fast. wow. but okay. thats okay -- maybe he's sprinting?
probably.

ha. i'm so sly....!

after another lap or two, tops, i assumed he'd rest....
then i'd rest.
and then no big deal.

i'd just swim with him. er... at the same time as him... and not stop until he did.

right.

*ahem*

yes, well. that was the plan.

for some reason it didn't quite turn out as i'd hoped.

normally i swim sets of 100. and thats new. i'm like dog tired. over and over... 100, rest. 100, rest. 100, rest. mister Hot Bod with the amazing stroke, long legs, strong arms and really well defined shoulders..

well.

i don't think he swims in sets.

becase he just. kept. going.

and so did i. i mean come on... if there's a dude involved, you better believe, i'll push to pain in order to save face.

unfortunately for me, pain, in the pool, comes at around 9 minutes of solid swimming.

i couldn't take it anymore. i was trying to go too fast and way too hard. i was swallowing gallons of water, my arms were burning, i was starting to get to that flailing point that comes with fatigue and i gave up. he won. i couldn't hang.

i needed rest.

i pulled up to the end of the pool, turned around to breathe and... he was of course right behind me.
he popped up, took a look at me.. i'm pretty sure he smirked, and took off again... for about 10 more minutes.

of swimming.

straight.

*sigh*

there were no exchanges to be had. finally after he left i got around to that whole concentration on form thing i'd set out to work on in the first place, made it to about 25 mintues of pool time and finally called it quits.

the steam room was calling my name and i was in desperate need the sweat box.

as i sat there, asking myself who i thought i was, trying to keep up with what was obviously michael phelps II in the making, i realized either way... i PR'd in a way that day.

and next time... well next time i'd come up with a new plan. it would be bigger and better and more thought out than the first.

and i'd catch him!


...or, not.
but it sure is fun to pretend!