Sometimes it’s nice to be around big crowds. The sights at a good swimming pool can be inspirational and motivating and just downright interesting. The sight of sweaty and oiled tanned and fit bodies lying in the sun covered by as little fabric as legally and physically possible can be a pleasant diversion from the day-to-day grind.

But sometimes those crowds distract. Sometimes they lessen the experience. To wit, the bliss of having the entire lap pool to myself on a Saturday morning. Me. Swimsuit. Goggles. The little line on the bottom of the pool saying ‘follow me. you aren’t that old. you can do another lap.‘ And nothing else. Nice way to start a weekend.

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