The parking lot was sparsely populated with random clumps of cars huddled together, basking in the sun. In my heart, I felt a buoyant hope bobble on the surface of my deep. Maybe, just maybe… I could have the pool all to myself.
A sunny Saturday afternoon, people were probably doing anything but thinking of being inside. Preparing themselves for winter with outdoor activities, or playing or hiking or running. Something. Anything.
Somewhere between the entrance to the YMCA and the door out of the locker room into the aquatic center, a familiar transformation took place and not just with my attire. People always ask me how I could swim laps for so long. How could I do it? What did I think about?
Isn’t it… boring?
Words often get stuck somewhere between the language my heart speaks and the words in which my mind thinks. I never quite know how to answer.