Because I gotta be honest, I think about the most random stuff ever while I swim. This morning, for example--I arrive really early at the Y (0500) so I can get my swim done and it's, not surprisingly, fairly empty at that hour. The lifeguard was there, then me and then two gentlemen I see there regularly came in. I'm moving, staring at the tiled line on the pool bottom (black, white, grey, white, black) and notice that both of the men I'm in the pool with are black. The lifeguard is Hispanic. I'm white.
Why does this matter? That was my point--it doesn't. I'm trying to visualize life before equal rights and why on earth it mattered who did what where? I'm so glad I was born today, here, and not somewhere else or in another time.
Then my thoughts drifted elsewhere--sometimes about work, sometimes about what I should get my sister for her birthday, sometimes about my dogs, and sometimes I was making lists of words for no real reason.
Seriously, it's weird to swim for long periods of time.
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