I decided to stop being a wuss by not using the steps into the pool. I would jump into the water instead. I knew it was shallow but thought there was enough depth to cushion my body from injury. That wasn't quite the case. My feet hit the bottom of the pool as if there were no water there at all, and I almost screamed in pain. My left leg, the dear knee, was hurting so much I had visions of that time on the waterslide that disabled me for months. Not again, not again, I thought. I stood at the end of the pool, massaging my knee and trying to wiggle it a little, and within a few minutes the pain had eased enough for me to try swimming with it. Thank heaven, it did not get worse, and I w as able to do my full swim - 900 yards today - without further incident.
Next to me in the pool were two older men. they were both walking backwards in their lanes, talking to each other. I could see them when my head rose out to breathe or when I saw their legs underwater as I swam. I've noticed that many people at this gym are quite fond of this walking backwards thing. I don't doubt it does some good. I find it hard to maintain my balance when I walk in water, either forwards or backwards, or, for that matter, sidewards. Still, it seemed - seemed - like I was working harder. I assume this because of the big gulps of air I took in and blew out. I didn't see any indication that they were needing to take such breaths.
After this time at the gym, which included fifteen minutes on a bike upstairs (instead of downstairs, where I usually go), I felt a wee bit weary, but the workout also gave me the good feeling that allowed me to continue with my errands for the day. Mailing packages and cards, getting foundation flyers copied, perusing books - no, really, this was an errand - I was looking for a particular book that I thought I might want to give to Elaine - and having lunch at the cafe in Borders. They have an interesting thing called a spinach omelette sandwich, made with an English muffin, that is quite good. I walked away with a book of piano music,of all things, that I found in the bargain rack.