YSL: 39

Poetry Friday

I.
Oh, fourth-lane-over
How I hate you.
Your lane markings
Match not at all
With the lane buoys
This is why
I have a scratch on my thumb
and one on my nose
Practically

II.
I have to pee
I have five millllllion laps left
I have to pee
The Gatorade is all gone
Why did I drink it all?

III.
The stuff on the bottom
is more than flotsam
less than jetsam
One Band-Aid
Two Band-Aids
One more in the gutter
and oh look--a tuft of hair
that probably belongs to the hairy guy in my lane

I finished my "hour-long" workout in one hour and 13 minutes. I did it all and took all of the rest breaks I was supposed to take. Sometime during my last set, though, I stopped feeling like I was being efficient. The world seemed to slow down and I seemed to be just floating in the water, in stasis, even though I was moving my arms and legs like I was swimming.
I got up at 5 this morning so I could eat something and have coffee before I went to the pool, but I forgot the eating part.