Okay, so maybe I’m weird. But I love smelling like a pool after a swim.
Today, I had a tough, tough swim, which ended with three short time trials. I felt great after the workout, which finished up with 3×50 at 0:53, 0:52, and 0:51.
Then I had a breakfast meeting. Each time I’d take a sip of my coffee, I could smell the pool. Admittedly, maybe I don’t have the right soap. But also, maybe I don’t want the right soap.
I like smelling like the pool for the entire work day. This small thing reminds me of the hard work I put in before other (sane) people were even awake. The smell lifts my spirits long after I start to forget the great effort I paid to the triathlon gods. I just plain like it.
Also, I like arriving at the gym before dark, and getting wiffs of the towels being laundered (yes, the laundered towels are only at the fancy, work-week gym). But even at the YMCA, I like the wafts from the soap, the chlorine, the basketball courts. It all makes me so happy.
Triathlon just smells delicious to me. My bike, Antonia, smells awesome. I like the scent of chocolate protein powder. And Bodyglide. And Sports Beans (hello, endurance candy!). I like stinky hair and feet and shoes, because it means I did the workout correctly. Maybe I like all this craziness because I am new. Maybe because I missed, for so long, the gym/workout/competition scents. In weightlifting, the Expert says he loved the smell of chalk. For me, the chalk smell gave me the creeps, but I did like the metallic aroma of the weights, the bar.
Oh well. Regardless, I just realized yet another reason I love triathlon. And that’s sweet smelling goodness, irrespective of its potential weirdness.
Happy Tuesday, ya’ll!
And for laughs… here’s a picture from the race on Saturday. I showed it to the Expert and he said, “ZOOOOOOOOOM!” I am so red, maybe I was having a minor heart attack during the run. I love how triathlon is also going to provide so many more humiliating photos in the future.