Dragged further away from the shore and deeper into the drink
So I just went swimming and it was a bit of a wash out, if you'll pardon the pun. I went to my local swimming baths for the first time in the six+ years I've lived here though I've been involved in at least two campaigns to stop them being closed. I haven't been until now because though it is closer than say Chorlton or the Aquatic Centre I didn't think I could get there as easily. Today I disco eyed I could get a bus from the end of the road and be dropped off outside. Fantastic!
I arrived at the pool and paid my entrance fee. As I have a Manchester Leisure Pass I normally pay just £1.70 per swim instead of £3something. Today I was charged £2 because apparently you pay more if you come before midday. I went to go in only to be told I have to wait until midday (it was quarter to) because some school kids were having lessons. I should have asked for that 30p back on principle but I was trying to have a zen Friday so let it ride.
I got in to the pool along with half of Levenshulme it seemed. It was rather busy. So busy that the length swimmers were creating waves that kept slapping me in the face. I did my standard ten laps as quickly as possible, having to constantly change direction to avoid colliding with people. When I got out I could barely walk. The lifeguard kindly hot me a chair so I could shower sitting down. It was all I could do to keep going and not faint whilst limping around the edge of the pool back to my cubicle. I couldn't really see much because of the big yellow floating dot that was obscuring my vision but managed to get myself seated and shut the door.
It took me ages to get changed because I was shaking so much. Once dressed I had to edge my way back around the pool to get out. Once out I did the sensible thing and called a cab. I'm back home now and feeling a bit better after eating a Jarlsberg and salad sandwich (with onions naturally). Not really sure why I went all squiffy, POTS maybe? It's a horrible reminder of how vulnerable I have become.
I arrived at the pool and paid my entrance fee. As I have a Manchester Leisure Pass I normally pay just £1.70 per swim instead of £3something. Today I was charged £2 because apparently you pay more if you come before midday. I went to go in only to be told I have to wait until midday (it was quarter to) because some school kids were having lessons. I should have asked for that 30p back on principle but I was trying to have a zen Friday so let it ride.
I got in to the pool along with half of Levenshulme it seemed. It was rather busy. So busy that the length swimmers were creating waves that kept slapping me in the face. I did my standard ten laps as quickly as possible, having to constantly change direction to avoid colliding with people. When I got out I could barely walk. The lifeguard kindly hot me a chair so I could shower sitting down. It was all I could do to keep going and not faint whilst limping around the edge of the pool back to my cubicle. I couldn't really see much because of the big yellow floating dot that was obscuring my vision but managed to get myself seated and shut the door.
It took me ages to get changed because I was shaking so much. Once dressed I had to edge my way back around the pool to get out. Once out I did the sensible thing and called a cab. I'm back home now and feeling a bit better after eating a Jarlsberg and salad sandwich (with onions naturally). Not really sure why I went all squiffy, POTS maybe? It's a horrible reminder of how vulnerable I have become.