This is a post about our swim last night.
But on a side note, if you’re ever looking to do something to sweat out your pores, might I suggest a 12 mile bike ride, followed by a 4 mile run?
Because that did the trick for me this morning.
Anyway, after stalking the beach report in the morning for news on Lake Michigan’s water condition, the Chicago Park District finally decided to let us know that only a couple of the beaches were on advisory, and that the rest were good to go for swimming.
I told CJ and JK that we could hit the lake, and they accepted this with no enthusiasm.
I understand why. I mean, sewage, in the lake. Gross. But we needed to swim. I was willing to look past it.
Does that make me gross?
We all met after work and changed into our swim suits to start the trek down to the lake.
“I don’t know about this”, they both said to me.
“But we’re in our swim suits already!” I said cheerfully.
Inwardly, I was remembering the time I went to Germany and came down with e. coli, which basically feels like death is knocking at your door.
We got to the lake, noted that it wasn’t that busy, but reluctantly struggled into our wetsuits.
I almost just wrote “slipped,” but that would be entirely untrue.
One does not slip into a wetsuit.
Once we were in our swimsuits, JK looked at us and said,
“I don’t think I want to do this.”
CJ looked like she agreed.
I pushed thoughts of lying on my bathroom floor dehydrated for a week out of my head.
“We’re in our wetsuits! We have to go!“
They both looked at me with raised eyebrows.
I knew this was a lame rationale, but really, it’s not easy getting into a wetsuit. I didn’t want to have wasted the effort.
Then, as I rifled around in my bag for my swim cap, I realized I didn’t have any Vaseline.
Which meant a lot of uncomfortable arm chafing.
Don’t ask–it’s a sleeveless wetsuit thing.
Suddenly, I could see where they were coming from.
But as previously mentioned, we were at the water’s edge.
We were in wetsuits.
We pressed on.
Finally, after a lot of collective hemming and hawing, we got our ankles in the water.
“Look at all that e. coli in there!” JK exclaimed.
I was pretty sure it was seaweed.
But then again, I don’t know what e. coli looks like.
“We’re in the water!” I felt the need to speak out loud every move we made, delivering it the group as progress.
“I am very unhappy right now,” CJ said, matter-of-factly as she flipped onto her back to float.
We all paused, using silence as mutual agreement.
After about five more minutes of treading water sullenly, a minor wetsuit malfunction, and someone suggesting that we play Marco Polo instead of swim, we finally headed out.
We did an entire mile, stopping a couple times to make sure we hadn’t lost anyone (I have a tendency to get pointed in the direction of open water, and CJ came down with a leg cramp that nearly drowned her), struggling to see into the extremely murky water, and trying to avoid gulping in any potentially e. coli infested water.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t succeed at this.
At the end of it all, we pulled ourselves out of the water like drowned rats, toweled off, and walked ourselves and our wetsuits home.
15 hours later, I’m happy to report that no one has any symptoms of bacterial poisoning.
But tomorrow’s plan is a swim at the Y, and I will say that I’ve never been so excited to hop into an over chlorinated public pool.
See you chicks next time.