This started off as a kind of "well-my-day-was-like-this-and-i-avoided-doing-this-andthispersonissoannoying-i-hate-my-hair-tomorrow-i'm-doing-this" journal. It annoyed me. instead, i'll just... I swim laps at a gym. The only other people who seem to use the pool are sweet wrinkly elderly people. However, these geriatric-gym-goers don't swim laps. No, they are far more extreme. They AQUA-size with aqua-robics. You laugh my friend, but it's insane. You see, when i first started going to the pool, i didn't know the schedule. I got there just in time for the aqua class and wasn't about to get on a treadmill whilst wearing flip-flops. Ziggy. Her name was Ziggy. A 90-pound german woman said in her little german accent "oooh come, it is vun! You jus bounce around! like this!" She proceeded to show me. I was by far the youngest person in the pool. By at least 50 years. And I was pretty sure some of those ladies were there to ogle the teacher, a tan silver-haired man with gold chains. He told us to get started as he turned on what sounded like oldies on speed. We rocking-horsed, tin-soldiered (much like 3rd reich soldiers), ski-jumped, and froggy-legged. Well, I shouldn't say "we" because i was always off and trying to catch up. When i was finally able to swim laps, i noticed there was an old woman jogging in place next to me. She was wearing sneakers. I think they were K-swisses. |
