for reasons that have nothing to do with reason, i have joined swimming classes... though i know enough to not drown within the first five minutes, i thought i could do better than splash around like a baby whale stranded on the shore... but then i did something characteristic of me and chose the 9-10pm batch... what makes it so special?
well, a usual day goes like this... i drive down my activa to the pool... loiter outside the gate until 8:55 when the guard lets us in... change into the swimsuit... take a very unwilling cold shower, cursing the day i enrolled for the classes... and then step down into the pool... the damn thing's probably 4feet deep so my upper half starts shivering uncontrollably while i watch the clock on the opposite side of the pool drag its hands around... not half as fast as i'd like them to be... we have some exercises... float... kick...dip... the trainer, a hitler's cousin barks orders at us 'don't splash'... 'put your head down'... 'cut your nails'... etc, etc... finally when the clock does creep to 10, i race to the shower stalls... the water now seems much warmer... but the shivering comes back as soon as i leave the showers... i shiver as i dress... the 5-min exercise taking 15mins or more... and then, i take a minute or two to get the keys out of my pocket, some more mins pass as i try to insert it into the suddenly tiny keyhole and finally drive....the chill wind freezes my ears and nose... i cannot keep the visor down coz it's dark and lights kinda scatter on it... i've survived the last two days... maybe i'll survive a few more...
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