new year's resolutions - i'm not really sure i *get* them. i guess starting on a fresh calendar seems like a good time to undo all of our flaws: to eat better, to be nicer to people, to exercise more, etc. these big changes are unrealistic but not impossible. maybe actually making the change isn't even the most important part but rather moving positively in the direction of change. or something.
still. as much as i am for positive change, i hate other people and their resolutions that are half hearted and will likely fizzle out by the end of the month. i've been swimming twice a week now since the beginning of october. i have never had issues with the number of people in the pool; there were never more than 4 people to a lane (usually 3) and people were generally respectful of each others' space. well. this is january and apparently thursday night was when everyone and their cousin was at the pool. seriously. our smallish (2 medium lanes, 2 fast lanes, a large slow lane and a diving well about the size of 0.25-0.33 of the rest of the pool) had over 50 people in it. the line to use the diving board was always 10 people long. there were 5-6 people in each lane, and no one respected the posted speed cones or proper lane etiquette. and seriously. if you're going to have makeup and earrings on and have your hair done and your glasses on, you probably shouldn't be swimming. (also, a large gaggle of first year boys came out of the locker room together. jon told me that they were arguing in there about getting lockers next to each other. "that would be too gay") after 40 minutes of lengths i couldn't handle it anymore, so we treaded water for another 15 to lessen the patheticness of the workout. it's sad when the walks to and from the pool take longer than the time in the water... i hope that next week isn't so bad. i am frightened to see what the gym looks like...
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fear not! In a week or two the resolution exuberance will fade. And one of those guys in the change room will come out of the closet.
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