I went swimming today....it was kinda freaky on what I thought.

When I first went, I looked at all the lanes. They were full. The first four from the left where taken, and the first one there was not an option considering that the "stairs" were put there. That would really put a cramp into my swimming. The last two lanes, the far right lanes were occupied by two fast swimming women. Of course me being incredibly chickenshit I decided against it. In fact, I decided against being with anyone fast period. Lastly I focused on the third lane. An elderly man who swam slowly, much too slowly. Not exactly perfect, but my only choice.

I waded in. It was then that I noticed that this old man was swimming like an invalid. I mean even worse. It was to a point that it sickened me. Only his left arm came out, like a dying seal's flipper waving of danger. The right hand just thrusted in and out in front of him, stabalizing this slug in the water. I felt sickened by sharing a lane with this man. How dare he pollute the water with his horrid stroke. The water tasted of the sweat of his weakness....his illness. I was screaming in my head, "Get the fuck out of my lane. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LANE!". After 3 minutes he did just that. He disappeared and I felt that I could breathe safely again. The aura of my near perfect stroke had thrusted his weakness away. The wake of my freestyle had distrupted the calm of his pathtic technique. But still, the stench of old people filled the water as I had my nose in it. I swam. I swam until pin pricks washed over my back like a wave. My constricted pores have opened sweating out an aura of my postive stroke. I was protected. The disease of the un-trained...never to infect my body.