Keeping Score

Last night I went to the college pool for the first time this season and was pleasantly surprised to see that they did some much-needed cosmetic work in the women's locker rooom (now if they'd just spruce up the showers a bit).

As I made my way around the pool deck, I passed by the co-ordinator, a retirement-aged lady that reminds me of an ex-gym-teacher--a no-nonsense type--though friendly enough. I remarked on the good changes and she just beamed as it was her of course, that had been pushing for them. While she had my ear, she led me over to a wall rack with postcard-sized score cards (and other p-work). She enthusiastically told me of how to keep precise track of one's distance using (the card and) the rings that are like giant beads that fill the lane seperators. Then for good measure, she told me of a woman who was reluctant to try "keeping score" of her distance but relented and was happy to find she could do .5 mile. I said sure why not, and was a total dolphin for the first .5 mile. It was nothing and I made good time. Well, I had to "beat" this unknown person's score so I set out to do .75 of a mile and almost immediately my body started complaining. Apparently, last night at least, a half mile was where I really began working in earnest.
But I did finish the 3/4's of a mile and I'm not sore today! Yay!
So I'm supposed to do 50 miles on the score sheet and be so inspired that I keep swimming. 

Have a great day everyone!

--Cyn