My Kind of Luck

Surrounded by water here in the Northeast, and not a single place to swim. Ending a week of recovery from the marathon, with only a light ride on the trainer yesterday to loosen up the legs, I found myself strolling to the pool this afternoon for a little of the ol' splash-splash.

"Hmmmm... Three thousand five hundred cars in the lot tonight. That's a little odd, given the 10 spot capacity" I thought to myself as I pulled in.

Well, sure enough, there was a high school swim meet tonight. Blasted high school athletics. Ehh, since it was a recovery week anyways, I figured I'd just stay and watch the competition for a little while. This seemed like a good idea at first, but soon turned a little awkward. There, sitting by the tank and surrounded by countless 14, 15 and 16 year olds, I felt unbelievably old. I mean, *really* old, not like the little-bit-out-of-place old. But, anyways, before I knew it I had relaxed a bit and settled into the comfort of the hard, metal benches flanking the pool sides. Ready to see what these kids, these high school girls, had for swim skills.

"Awww... They probably go all out and swim 1:40 or 1:50 100 frees. Maybe their all-stars can push it to sub 1:30 or so."

Lined up on the blocks, taking position, the timing buzzer went off. Stroke, stroke, stroke, flip. Stroke, stroke, stroke, flip. And just like that, the 100 free was done... In 59.98 seconds. That probably doesn't mean much to anyone... But to me, it hit hard.

I'd just witnessed a handful of high school girls best my 100 free times by just over 20 seconds.

Whelp. Girl Power, I suppose. Now if only I could get some.