Swim-swam

I went with Pinky this evening to try the neighborhood pool for the first time. I was so confident with my swimming abilities that it never occured to me that the last time I was ever near a pool was like a zillion years ago. In fact, my last pool memory was back in college during swimming class. That time, I could still cross the entire length of the pool, and back. But today, I was breathless with just a few rusty breast strokes. And if before I could do a decent threading, now I could only gasp, swallow and claw at the chlorine-filled water in panic. I was pathetic, to say the least.

It was great to just float though. And stare up at the well-lighted buildings that surround the pool. I could probably do that all night -- if I wasn't always bumping into other people in that crowded pool.