People Pay Good Money For This Stuff

So, I wanted to go for one more open water swim before the end of the year, and so I asked GeekGrl and she arranged one for this past Friday. And thus, her, Cindy, and I went up to Lake Cochiti.

It has been a long long time since I’ve been up to the lake, and the last time I was there, the water was murky, but I don’t exactly expect a crystal clear composure from Lake Cochiti, it just isn’t going to happen (that I know of).

And so, I was very excited to be going to the lake, that swim was the swim I was going to attempt to swim to the outcrop, which would’ve been 800m out, and 800m back, which would’ve been a mile round trip.

We were all excited when we got to the lake, all happy go lucky, and then with our wetsuits on, and goggles on our head, we walked down to the water and were greeted with a green slime infested shore.

After sticking our feets in it and discovering that really only the surface was like that, we waded out further. Except, out further, the water was still murky, murkier than usual. Cindy was just not impressed with the water, but she was willing to let Misty and I swim if we so pleased.

And I so pleased.

So, I dove in head first and took off. The water out there was so murky, that I couldn’t see my hand in front of my face, at least the last times I was there, I could extend my arm and see it, I just couldn’t see much past it. But that was then, this was now. Fingers right in front of my goggles and I couldn’t see them. And there were these green fuzz balls floating around aimlessly, all over the place. Some were the size of a bouncy ball. It was quite disgusting, but I came to swim, and so I was swimming (I might die because of my choice to swim, but hey, it was worth it, I got to swim).

I went all the way out to the bouy, which is about 200m out. I didn’t necessarily freak out like I normally do either, although, not being able to see anything did cause me discomfort, so I wasn’t so excited about swimming alllllllll the way out to the outcropping. So I turned around. And took my merry time getting back to the shore.

Misty and Cindy waved, and may have been talking to me, in fact, they were talking to me, but I couldn’t hear them, I made that much known, and I swam back to them and reported out on the nastiness of the water. Cindy once again expressed how she wasn’t swimming, “but hey, don’t let me stop y’all”, and then got out of the water.

Misty told me about how people pay for this stuff to be put on them at spas. And all I could think was “eww, why would people pay for this” of course, who am I to say anything, I went swimming in it.