YSL: Days 15 and 16

Day 15 was a rest day. (I also have to confess that I skipped the scheduled bike after our race on Day 14, even if Coach Mike said to just spin for 25 minutes and see how I was feeling. I just couldn't do it.
Day 16 is the Day of Infinite Pissiness. While it is not 3 degrees out, it is snowy, which I generally like, except that everything went wrong today.
1. The lap clock that Jim bought me so I don't have to count didn't stick to the wall, so I had to set it on the ledge. I neglected to bring my watch (this "no backup" theme will play into things, just you wait), so I had to count on the lap clock, which I had to pop up and bat with my paw every time I finished a lap. Nice concept. Next time I try it, I'll use the doohickey that allows me to hang it off the side of the pool.
2. I was surrounded by speedy people in my lane and floaters--some, uh, larger than others--in the next lane. It was visually very distracting. The speedy people were very scary.
3. We had to circle swim because all the "New-Year Resolutioners," as my lane-mate called them, were out in full force.
4. The circle swimming led to the feeling that I was being chased by something. (I was: The speedy people.)
5. I took a lot of breaks. The circle-swimming disoriented me; my cap wasn't fitting right, bla bla bla...
6. When I finally called it quits at 33 minutes (23 laps), I went down into the locker room to change into shorts and a tee and went back up to the treadmill, only to find that...
7. The two treadmills were taken up by a woman in full casual-office-garb (pleated khaki pants; checked button-down shirt; belt; ecco shoes, and glasses) and a tall skinny blonde thing in tights. Note the tights. They will come in handy later because...
8. I hate waiting. I went back down to the locker room, pulled on my long-sleeved top, tied a bandanna around my head (to, uh, keep my wet hair from the pool from freezing), and went for my prescribed jog. As I rounded the corner onto Lakeshore access road and waded through a snowdrift and then a stiff cross-wind that blew more snow at me, I thought, gee, I could really use a pair of tights. Will someone please tell me what someone on a TREADMILL, INDOORS, is doing WEARING A PAIR OF TIGHTS??? f*cking gym rats!!! Agh!

See? Infinite pissiness. I ran--and oh, I ran, because it was ASS COLD out there--for twenty minutes before calling it quits. I'm not even going to post the fucking map. Pissy. Seriously.