swimming pool

This Pool Ain’t Big Enough For the Both of Us

I am done with the pool. No, that didn’t take long, did it? And actually, to be fair, it’s not so much the pool I’m done with so much as it’s The Others:


Yes, The Others have troubled me for the very last time – or I hope so, anyway – but they have gone out with a bang, driving me from the pool this afternoon after a mere 15 lengths. Bravo, Others!

See, I was swimming in the super-wide “only really for children and old people” lane. When I arrived, there was only one other person in it. By the time I left, there were five of us, all swimming en masse, and bumping into each other like tadpoles in a jar. Every time I reached the end of the pool and turned round to come back, another person would emerge from the changing room and slide into my lane. The water was so choppy from all of the frantic activity that it was like swimming on a storm-tossed sea, only with Others all around you. So no, not the most pleasant swim I’ve ever had in my life.

In the “fast lane”, which is really only wide enough for one person, there were two Others: one powering up and down at a rate of knots, and the other just floating gently on his back, because he was That Guy Who Wears a Nose Plug Just to Float Around Like a Dead Person.

In the middle lane, meanwhile? Was The Whistler.

I swam for as long as I could stand it, but when I noticed a sixth person beginning to insert himself, sardine-like, into the pool, I decided to get the hell out of Dodge and go and soak in the jacuzzi instead.

Unfortunately, The Whistler decided to come with me.

I went to the poolside showers to wash the chlorine off first, and in the time it took me to get there, The Whistler had made it to the jacuzzi. “PEEP!” he said as I pressed the button to switch on the shower. And “PEEP!” he said again as I turned the shower back off, grabbed my towel and beat my retreat.

I got dressed and went to sit in the lounge to wait for Terry. Before I sat down, though, I wandered over to the window overlooking the pool and looked in. THE POOL WAS EMPTY. EMPTY. When Terry went in, just a few minutes later, he had the whole pool to himself. Gah. Freakin’ Others.

Anyway, clearly this state of affairs cannot continue. With the pool now established as the private domain of The Others (Leader: The Whistler), I’m going to have to venture into the gym itself. GOD. If anyone would like to start placing bets on how long this will last, just let me know. I’m determined it’ll last at least a week, though, so to this end, I went shopping this afternoon to buy gym clothes, on account of I gave all my old gym clothes to the charity shop, thinking I would never need them again. This leaves me with absolutely nothing I can wear to the gym, other than an ancient pair of yoga pants which I bought when I was about 20 and some running shoes Terry bought me five years ago.

Things I Do Not Own:

  • Jogging pants
  • A hoodie
  • Any shorts that are designed for function rather than fashion
  • Any t-shirts that are designed for function rather than fashion
  • Ummm, what else do people wear to exercise in?!

Things I Have No Particular Wish To Own:

  • See above

So, I hit the shops and bought these:


And also: a really nice little cashmere blend cardigan with a little bow at the neck, which will be absolutely no use at the gym whatsoever.

So! Ancient pair of yoga pants and old white trainers it is then! I did try to find gym clothes. The problem was that I’m a skinny short ass, so all the pants were way too long and all the tops were way too baggy, and also: I have no idea what people wear to the gym. What do people wear to the gym? Do they wear leggings? Or do they wear… something else? Help me out here, people: what do you wear to the gym?

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  • I wear some Nike shorts and one of two stretchy t-shirts I bought from GAp for $4. And some ancient New Balance running shoes that I bought in the children's section because, well, they were cheaper.

    October 24, 2007
  • what is this 'gym' you speak of?

    Love the shoes 🙂

    October 24, 2007
  • You're like an Others magnet or some sort.

    IF I go to the gym, I wear a ratty old T-shirt and some gym shorts I've had since college. I? Am not the person to ask.

    October 25, 2007
  • I have been known to venture into the gym's cafe. Some of those casual trousers and smart sporty tops that say 'I could be exercising, but I'm clearly not because I pay my fees to drink in the caf' type clothes that smart people wear? A nice sundress perhaps?

    October 25, 2007
  • Jennifer


    Obviously, you should only go to the pool with Terry and enjoy an empty lane! Thus, no need for new gym clothes which are usually ratty, baggy, and look just plain awful.

    October 26, 2007
  • The Others have officially creeped me out, so I'm surprised you lasted that long!

    The shoes are GORGEOUS.

    October 27, 2007
  • You know, once you get to the gym, then you'll get to hear the grunters.

    October 29, 2007
  • Claire


    Petite gymwear does exist, honest, and favours the slimmer figure. It covers up to 5.3, and I’ve found ‘crotch issues’ with being just half an inch taller than that. I’m told that the general rule of thumb should be flexibility and safe looseness; so basically no jeans, anything painfully tight, or which may fall down. And trainers aren’t vital, but a even sole is.
    Leggings are a valid option, as is a bustier. Any leggings that say ‘cropped’ or similar tend to be no longer in the leg than I am

    January 26, 2018