Mrs. Scribe was putting in her laps at the local rec center yesterday afternoon. Two young-ish (maybe froshies?) high school girls asked to share the lane. Being the Ever Generous & Humble Scribe that she is, Mrs. S. scooted over to make room.
One of the girls had a local high school's team cap on. The other was on the...shall we say "plumpish" side? Keep in mind that Your Intrepid Scribe is neither a) a Spring Chicken nor b) the Sveltest Gal in All the Land (try saying that 3 times fast!). No, we're not criticizing the young woman for her weight. She just didn't look like she wanted to be there, is all.
Let's put the rumors to rest. Yes, Mrs. Scribe is getting on in years, but she still has some gumption in her gallop. The Old Woman was lapping the 2 young women. By quite a bit. Kicking their fannies, in fact.
Every 250 yards, when Mrs. Scribe would switch from strokes to kickboard & back, she'd catch a snippet of convo from the other side of the lane. Seems the girls were getting ready for lifeguarding class. And the heavier one hadn't been in the water for a long, long while.
At one point, a slightly heated debate ensued. High School Team Cap turned to Chubby Friend.
"Come on. You've only got 5 minutes left."
"F**K the five minutes. I'm getting out."
Hope she passes her lifeguard certification class. BTW, Mrs. Scribe burned 1,102.5 calories during her 90-minute swim. *w00t!*