I believe I have mentioned before my extreme dislike of swimming. Laps that is. In an indoor pool.
I am very much a fan of “swimming” that involves a beach or lovely outdoor pool complete with lounge chairs and a daiquiri. Swimming for fitness? Not so much.
On the days when I have a swim on the agenda, I usually wake up around 6:00 am or so and the arguement begins in my head.
I need to swim today.
Screw the pool, go back to sleep.
Ok, maybe just for 30 more minutes. I really need to swim today.
6:30 rolls around.
Nooooooo!! I don’t want to get up.
Get your lazy ass out of bed and go to the pool.
Must swim. I don’t want to die in open water during the triathlon.
Fine. I hate swimming.
And so it goes. I would say I actually get up and go to the pool about 50% of the time that I’m supposed to. That’s not very good odds, and it makes me fear for my life next weekend, where I will be battling it out with a bunch of crazy people in the frigid waters of Lake Michigan.
So this morning I was rather proud of myself for winning the argument against, well, myself. I headed to the pool telling myself that it wouldn’t be too bad, it’s only a 45 min workout.
Imagine my dismay upon arriving at the local YMCA where I was greeted by this sign:
The pool and whirlpool are closed until further notice due to high chlorine levels. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Part of me was glad (no swimming, woohoo!!), but mostly I was just pissed. I woke up at the butt crack of dawn (for me anyways), dragged myself all the way there, and had to turn around and drag myself home again. Do they know when the pool may be open again? Of course not, I should just call back later to check.
I am going for a run instead.