Funny how motivation can be found in unusual places. And, likewise how easily one can become discouraged.
Even though I had driven to the pool and changed into my Speedo, I almost decided to go home. I realized I’d forgotten my goggles.
A back-up pair was in my gym bag but a voice in my head was leery, “Yeah, but they’re a back-up pair for a reason. They probably leak. Go home. You’re tired. You’re bloated. Skip swimming today!”
A warring voice told me, “Try them anyways! If they leak, you can paddle around with a flutter-board; work on your legs and keep your head above water. Get in the pool!”
I reluctantly listened to the latter voice and strolled to the deck.
There were two choices: fast or slow.
Much as I didn’t want to be labeled “slow”, I knew I couldn’t keep pace with the fit man in the wetsuit climbing into the fast lane of the pool.
Probably a triathlete. No way was I going to swim next to him. Too intimidating!
I sat at the edge of the lane marked slow.
A plus-size man about two and a half times the size of me was standing in the lane, applying flippers to his feet and paddles to his hands. Suddenly, I felt less bloated. I asked if I could share the lane with him. He was it was quite alright. I asked if we could just swim back and forth instead of in a circle. He readily agreed to that as well. Swimming in a circle isn’t easy if you’re not the same pace. I told him we should be fine until a third person comes along.
The large swimmer laughed, “Do you really think we could fit three people in here?”
I laughed too. I wasn’t sure what the politically correct answer to his question would have been. I mentioned I was wearing my back-up goggles. He said he never had a back-up pair. I replied that I couldn’t remember why they’re not my #1 pair but I would find out in a minute.
My goggles were tinted amber. Marketed for superior clarity. I decided I’d see the world through a sunny shade. The water took on a strange green tinge. People were an odd shade. I wondered if this was like an acid trip. I decided the goggles would make me see all things differently.
I noticed the triathlete in the fast lane sitting on the edge more than he was swimming. He was encouraging his young daughter. What a great Dad!
I noticed the plus-sized man could move well in the water, too. We semi-collided once when my hand hit his hand holding the paddle. We both kept right on swimming. He inspired me to swim more laps than usual. If he can do it, I surely can!
When I finished my laps, I noticed that the man wasn’t done yet. Such endurance! He didn’t even stop at the end of each lap to catch his breath. Wow!
And, when I climbed out of the pool, I noticed something that really made me smile. The lifeguards had opened up another lane for lap swimming. This new lane was now labelled the slow lane. At the end of my lane was this sign:
I wasn’t slow after all.
Forget seeing the world through rose-coloured glasses. Amber goggles are the way to go!