Downtown YMCA

Last week the YMCA offered all of the TNT members free use of their clubs, all week. I'm in a bit of a lull at work so I decided to head over to the downtown Y to squeeze in a swim over lunch. I used to workout at this club before I had kids so I felt pretty confident I knew what to expect.

I headed out to the pool area a little after 12 to find a water aerobics class in the first two lanes and three of the remaining four lanes blocked off with big orange cones. I inquired with the Lifegaurd and he told me the lanes were reserved for a Master's Swimming program.

"You should join them," he said, "Its a great work out."

I peered down to the other end of the pool to see a large group of grown men in tiny speedos getting ready for their workout.

"It's all guys." I replied. Maybe at some point in my life I would have wanted a large group of almost naked men pawing at my legs and feet. But not now, not at this point in my post-baby, overweight, out of shape, married life. Don't get me wrong, these guys were fit (for the most part) but this was just not my cup of tea.

So I jokingly replied to the lifeguard, "I don't think my husband would approve."

I jumped in the 'slow' lane at the end of the pool. It wasn't too bad, I only had to swim with one other guy who I think secretly wanted to be a part of the chaos in the next lane over. He kept trying to make small talk with the 'Master Swimmers.' During one of my rest breaks I counted the number of nearly naked men swimming in the lanes next to me. 30, that's right 30 men, in 3 lanes. I wondered to myself, isn't there some kind of limit to the number of people in a lane, like a daycare limit, like 8 babies in an infant room? I mean seriously, it was a little crazy.

Eventually one woman did show up for the workout, making the total 31. Better her than me, I guess. Maybe she was single? I keep telling all of my single girlfriends that this is a great way to meet really fit men, if you can stand the workouts.