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Carol Perkins: The swimming pool story
Solution to quest for own in-ground pool finally found, at the 'Y'
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By Carol Perkins
A few years ago I had a notion that I wanted an in-ground pool and had the perfect spot in the backyard picked out for it. "Too many trees," Guy said when I showed it to him. "Can you imagine cleaning up a pool filled with pine needles?" Every argument I had FOR a pool gave him an argument AGAINST a pool. Even the "I need the exercise" declaration went over his head or out his ears. Most of the time, we negotiate well, but this time he was not listening. "You would never use a pool!" That was his constant reply. The truth was that I liked the looks of a pool. Lights under the water and on the edge of the fence around it created a peaceful atmosphere. Floral cushions on the patio chairs and an umbrella table in the corner would add to the relaxation of an afternoon pool party of one. I wanted the "look" more than the pool.
Guy knew he would be the pool boy.
I gave up the idea by the time I received my AARP card, but then one day another "pool" opportunity came along. Out of the blue, a good friend of mine called. "I have a proposition, so hear me out." She had taken many water aerobics classes at the "Y" over the years. "Would you go to the "Y" with me and we'll do aerobics? We don't have to join a class because I can show you what to do." Our schedules were not leaning toward classes.
At first, I thought of the drive, wearing a swimsuit, changing, unchanging, changing again, and getting my hair wet. Then I thought about what swimming could do for me. I needed to exercise; hated to exercise. Before pondering too long, I said, "Yes, I'll go!"
We agreed to meet as often as we could for two months. Before I could go anywhere, I had to locate my swim attire. A few years ago when the entire family went to the beach, I ordered a swim "shirt" and shorts. "I saw those just a little while ago," I said to Guy as I dug through all the dresser drawers.
"A little while ago could have been a year," he said. Eventually, it wasn't recently because I never found either (it may be with Luke's phone), but I did find a swimsuit in the bottom of a trunk. "This will work," I said to myself. "All I have to do is add one of Guy's dry fit shirts over it." No way was I going to expose any part of me!
I had never been to the "Y" and was impressed by how many people took advantage of the many areas. The pool was huge and the water warm. I was in heaven!
The first week, I went six of seven days. Being able to swim laps across this Olympic size pool never occurred to me, but soon all I had learned in my horrible swim class in college came back to me. When I got home Guy said, "What do you all do. Piddle in the water!" He knew me too well.
"No, I actually exercised and then swam the length of the pool and back three times." I don't think he believed me. He never knows when I am being truthful or sarcastic. Each day the pool area was quiet with only a few other swimmers; it was like having my own. However, I learned NOT to go on Saturday. (Part II next week)
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