Had a great swim last night. It was the first time I felt like I could swim using the front crawl indefinitely. OK, maybe not quite indefinitely, but I wasn't gasping and sputtering and generally flailing about after two or three laps like I normally am
Also - I realized that my relative sufficiency in the side stroke is entirely dependant on the holding of a full, opened beer just above the water level. Apparently, using two arms really throws off my stroke.
|The stroke gets even better while drinking. (That's what she said.)|
After my swim, I headed to the showers. I realized I really had to pee, so I about-faced and made a quick stop at the crappers instead.
So there I am, soaking wet, needing to pee. In a one piece suit. Let me tell you what I don't want to do. I don't want to wrestle the straps off of my shoulders, pull my suit down, pee, try to get that wet spandex back up over my boobs, jump up and down repeatedly in the process, and then walk the 10 feet back to the shower and do it all again.
This conundrum brought me to a solution I was shocked to have never thought of before. Could I just move the little crotch panel over a few inches, and do my business? Is that gross? Or genius? Because that's what I did. Worked like a charm.
Now, I realize I am definitely outing myself as one of two things. Either I'm an idiot who in all of my years on this planet has never thought of this super simple solution to what has to be one of the major issues of lady swimmers everywhere, OR I am just a disgusting, lazy woman with no semblance of personal hygiene standards.
Either way - I do just want to throw these little things out there before the masses judge me. Numero uno - I've never worn a one piece bathing suit before. Numero dos - I always swim in a lake, and you can bet I'll be peeing in there like my life depended on it.
How do you pee in a one piece? If you think I'm disgusting, for this issue or any other - now is the time folks.
Also, how do you count laps when you're swimming? That arithmetic is harder than trying to figure out splits at mile 11 of a half marathon.
C'mon, you love peeing in lakes, right? Major discussion at my cottage last summer about this very issue. In fact, when the question was asked as we floated in a circle in the lake, easily half of my friends raised their hands that they were peeing. Right then. These are my kind of people.