tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4983628087199714975.post-39908853025276614912008-06-06T11:15:00.000-07:002008-06-06T11:31:56.670-07:00Ugh...it has become hot and very humid here in Chicagoland--like it usually gets in August, and it's only June! <br /><br />I rode my trusty commuter steed Clipless Fuck (CF--head to <a href="http://crackheadfe.blogspot.com">my</a> blog for pics) to the outdoor pool. I had my suit on (<a href="http://www.splish.com/store/product385.html">this</a> one) under shorts and a tank top, and I was sweating in the short trip. When I got there, the parking lot had a lot of cars, and I figured there would be a lot of circling in the lanes. I didn't realize that school was out, meaning the high school swim team would be there.<br /><br />When I got on deck, I saw several Ironman bags and/or bottles and knew I'd be in good company. I was secretly hoping they'd turned off the heaters since it's become so hot already and that the water would be cool. It wasn't. The air temperature was in the mid-70's already, and the water was warmer than that. But it still wasn't too bad. I got in the slower of the 2 public lanes and we circled and circled. People came and went, and except for one guy (a hottie, no less, once I saw him exit), I was the fastest in the lane, but no worries since the lanes are nice and wide and it's easy to pass people. <br /><br />There's water coming into the pool in the gutter lane that I swam in, and the force of it is strong enough that it sort of pushes me around a little, so that makes for some strength work, and also needing to speed up to pass others. <br /><br />Another guy from the Y, Chuck, showed up, or at least I thought it was him on deck talking to one of the high school coaches. I focused on his weird (weirder than mine) tan lines--a combination of farmer tan arms and a band of tan below his navel. OK, so I was looking!<br /><br />Once he was in the pool, I knew it was him and we chatted and caught up a bit. Another guy got in my lane and saw my hot pink Ironman bottle and asked which one I had done. Well, you know me, I LOVE that question, and I rattled them all off. He asked which one would be good for a first one and Florida came up. I will never do that flatness (or so I've said), even though the hillier courses are really challenging. <br /><br />More swimming--I did 2700 meters, which was good enough for today. I pack up my backpack and head to the showers. Some woman who had been in my lane is sort of talking to herself (I've been known to do it myself), and then she saw me and started talking to me, only I wasn't really in the mood because, well, I'm fucking tired from all the training and I need to get my ass home and start work early so I can stop early. I was showered and dried off and putting on my clothes and she's lollygagging but still talking to me, and all I can think is <span style="font-weight: bold;">SHUT THE FUCK UP</span>. I know that's a bit mean, but I don't know this woman and she just kept going. She commented on my suit, my towel, my bike, how quickly I changed, blah, blah, blah, do I look like I need a fucking commentator??? But I smiled at her anyway since I'll probably see her regularly, which is cool. <br /><br />The ride home was HOT, STICKY and WINDY. I could hope the water is colder next week, but it's supposed to be 80's and 90's this weekend, so it's gonna suck, but not as much as swimming in the god forsaken YMCA pool. Unless there's a thunderstorm, I am all about OUTDOOR METERS until September. And tanning :)EXTREME Ultimate Fucking Crackhead (EUFC)http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614797685942047623noreply@blogger.com0