a silicone swim cap, goggles from this decade, and a racing suit, because I was sure my Karla Colletto was never meant to get wet. City Sports fit me in a cap that would work for my head and hair and goggles with the correct “orbit” for my face. I picked the cheapest suit on the rack that didn’t look too much like I knew what I was doing. They had “swim paddles” for your hands that added resistance to your work out, but I knew enough to talk to Adorable first before investing in a pair of lobster claws.
I put the suit on in the locker room and worked carefully to tuck each strand of hair into the cap. Since City Sports had already sized the goggles for me, all I needed to do was set them on my face, walk into the pool area, and get into the water. But as I was about to step onto the ladder, a trainer working with a client in the pool (the client was in the pool; the trainer was walking on the deck as she swam) greeted me in that very sincere friendly way that made me want to lift the cap off my ears so I could return the pleasantry. I settled everything back into the cap and onto my face and got in the water, sharing a lane with Mark Spitz.
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