Down in the land of the Redmen, the pool is so chlorinated, it tastes like salt water. The fluid bites at your skin and gnaws at every bit of flesh on your body. Painful, disgusting, and a very bad thing to add to the already detestable conditions. The pool area reminds one of a run-down garage and one tends to feel rather like a sewer rat while pacing the locker rooms. Ceiling tiles somehow ended up adorning the walls and none of them are as straight as it appears they were meant to be. There is a very flawed and annoying painting on the wall. The pool is in meters, meaning it is longer than my usual distances, which are in yards. But enough about the pool, on to the racing. Again, I was thrown off.
-200 medley relay - meh, I could tell that it was longer than it was supposed to be.
-100 fly - 1:24, but it was in meters
-100 breaststroke - 1:35, which converts to a 1:28 in yards. None too shabby, considering I hate it.
-400 free relay - everything was still numb from the breast, so I don't think I did well.
That night, at the hotel in St. George, I had to listen to so much girl gossip that I thought I'd puke. And I kicked trash at Phase 10, even though I've never played before. Wahoo.
The next day, we proceeded to the other pool. Oh my, it is gorgeous. Especially when in comparison to the other one. The water is crystal clear, it doesn't burn, it is the perfect temperature for racing. It is at lower altitude. It is in a bubble, but it is a bubble far superior to those 'round here. It has eight lanes. There is a ledge a little less than five feet below the surface, allowing one to rest while in the deep end. I can't tell you how much I love this pool. Nevertheless, it was my third meet in a row. Thus, I was very, very tired. And worn to the bone.
-200 medley relay - I don't know.
-200 IM - 2:38; yikes
-100 fly - 1:19; ouch
-400 free relay - 1:10 split; can I hide my face in shame?
On the bus ride home, the leopard seal sat behind me, and he had forgotten to take his pill that morning. I have discovered that I twitch badly when I try to fall asleep in an upright position; I have bruises on my shins where I kicked the seat, and my friend thought there was something wrong with me. Then she stuch a fruit snack by my nose and I thought it was the leopard seal with the wood duck's drumsticks. It was an interesting ride home. I'm tired and I miss my mom, but I won't see her again until Friday.
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ems is weird when he does that. i think that i would end up locking myself in the bathroom and sleeping in the tub. i hate people over a prolonged period of time in close proximity. i can understand your weariness as you came home. i'm glad you survived. and i did. when does your mom come back? if you want to, wait, you can share mine, though she's not at all like yours. i still think she's cool.
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