The other day I decided to do some cross training at ISU’s Fitness Center. The marathon training is going great, with three weeks to go, the final 20-miler finished, and only tapering ahead. But I digress.
So I’m in my own lane, minding my own business, when I am asked if I would mind sharing the lane. I coughed out a “Sure” before diving back down and doing another lap. When I came back to the other end and brought my head out of the water, I started to choke. Yeah, head OUT of the water and I was gagging.
This dude had so much cologne on that the chlorine wasn’t doing anything for it. I don’t know what his goal was. Maybe in his mind he would have been doing some half-assed laps before the stench of his smell-alike of Obsession or whatever it was attracted droves of females. Maybe he just saw way too many Axe commercials. Either way, this was very unpleasant. I’ve walked into Bath and Body Works stores that smelled more neutral than the pool at that point.
I did not leave the pool that night smelling like chlorine, which is too bad, because occasionally I like the smell. Makes me think of summer. The only thing I knew was that it was going to take a bar of lava soap and a soak in a tub full of tomato juice to get that much wreak off of me.