Some people just have to swim alone.

Last night's swim was awesome. It felt so good. I can't even believe how much better I feel every time we swim. I'm feeling less and less self conscious in the water as I realize that other swimmers really don't pay attention to you. Except for the one guy who was having a temper tantrum at the end of pool. We swim after work, which is a pretty busy time. Most people have to share a lane with at least one other person, sometimes two. There was this one guy standing in front of our lane for at least twenty minutes. Arms crossed over his chest, he was so annoyed that there wasn't a swim lane that was empty. Occasionally he would pace back and forth eye-balling other swim lanes and then with a big huff would sit down on a bench, arms still crossed. He did finally get into a lane that had one other person, but promptly got out and limped his way to the dressing room. He was so slick in his spandex swim shorts clinging tight to his body, so serious with the dark goggles and black swim cap, but I think that his penis was just too small for the pool and he had to get out. Poor guy.