Almost as if this UBO knows it’s got me worried, it floats over closer to my side of the lane. By this time, I am sure it’s an evil twin of Mr. Hankey, and I almost got sick to my stomach. So here’s the dilemma…I’ve swum 2000 yds now with this UBO, and I only have 1100 more to go. I’m having a great swim despite this distraction. Do I stop and ask the lifeguard to investigate, and therefore risk having to bail on my swim workout? Or do I just keep going, and block it out of my head…because after all I’m not really sure what it is?
Well, I’m almost ashamed to tell you this, but I chose the latter. ~ashamed~ I kept going. I really didn’t want to stop swimming. During my last 500 yards, though, the UBO got really brave and floated directly under me…at which time I correctly identified it…
It was a couple of big band aides rolled up and stuck together.
While normally the site of band aides floating in a pool would gross me out, I was very relieved to know that was all it was.
I think the Tomb of Shame is seriously desensitizing me...all the rats and stinky-ness...that combined with the awesome new cocktail bar I found thanks to Trimama.