Wew, it’s been a while since I’ve last updated this blog. Of course, I happen to be outpacing my closet competitors Alex Guichet, Owen Kuemerle, and An Nguyen by a nice 5:1 ratio so I guess I shouldn’t feel too bad about not updating it in a while. However, as a writer and curator of this blog, I find writing updates something that I love to do, and not being able to do so is a lot like loving solar eclipses and always being disappointed when one does not happen in the course of the day. As always, my recent hiatus is not due in part to a lack of subject material, as believe me, a lot has happened amongst graduating, the swim season concluding, upcoming movie projects, and just life in general. But, like most in this world, my time is limited and thus I choose to live life these past few weeks as opposed to writing about it.
With that being said, I would like to introduce the world to perhaps the worst kind of people in existence, inconsiderate bastards. “What is an inconsiderate bastard?” you ask. Well in reality an inconsiderate bastard has the very broad definition of being anyone who impedes another’s joy, progress, or concentration due to their sheer stupidity and ignorance. In the context of my life an inconsiderate bastard can be anyone from people riding side by side together on the bike trail blocking the whole way so that I can’t pass by, or a pedestrian walking as slow as fucking possible across a cross walk when I am trying to make a right hand turn. However, the inconsiderate bastard has recently mutated and manifested itself into a new, almost incomprehensible, and invulnerable form; families at my neighborhood swimming pool.
Now I’ve had a long and painful history when it comes to using swimming pools in the off season. This blog is littered with numerous posts recounting how much I hate LA fitness for keeping their pool temperatures at a minimum of 100 degrees Fahrenheit, and how I absolutely loathe the old Asian women who clutter that pool with their bullshit walking exercises for hours on end. To be honest, I thought I was done with all of this after moving into my neighborhood pool. After all, that pool is at least kept at reasonable temperatures, and because my neighborhood is comprised of many racist Baptists, and Fundamentalist Christians, there are very few old Asian people to walk in it. But after swimming in the pool for a couple of weeks now, I can’t even begin to express how wrong I was in believing that I could escape the difficulties of a reasonable training environment.
The inconsiderate bastard in my neighborhood is potent in ways that I have never before witnessed. He is ignorant to the core, self righteous to the extreme, and because he comes in the form of a family with young children, he is impossible to defeat. Allow me to further explain. My neighborhood pool is a decently sized, 6 lane, 25 yard pool. It’s the perfect mix between the size of competitive pool, and the comfort and amenities of a decent community pool. Since my swimming career started at this pool, I enjoy swimming in it very much, but because I am so familiar with it, I realize that it is in no means “my pool” and is instead a pool that the community should be able to freely enjoy. As such, I generally try to avoid the peak hours of when the pool is in use. That way I am not disturbed by the abundance of people in the pool, and that way they are not disturbed by me doing laps.
Thus, I tend to go the pool either early in the morning, late at night, or at awkward times in the afternoon when there’s nobody there. However, no matter how remote the time period is in which I visit the pool, the inconsiderate bastard always manages to find me, and here’s how our usual dealings play out. I arrive at the pool at some ungodly time, and begin my workout when there’s absolutely nobody there. I take a lane to the side of the pool so that way whoever comes can just go to the opposite side of me and basically use the other 90% of the pool. Halfway through my workout (usually when I’m done with my drills and warm up, and am ready to do some serious swimming) the inconsiderate bastard enters the pool. I begin to do my main set, and halfway through it (usually when I need to focus the most) the inconsiderate bastard comes wading in front of me on one of the walls. Now bear in mind, there’s absolutely nobody else in the pool, and the inconsiderate bastard literally has 90% of the pool to himself entirely. Hell he has 98% of the pool if he is able to move out of lane that I am swimming in before I get to him. Yet somehow, the inconsiderate bastard manages to take the 2% that I absolutely need on the wall to make a flip turn without having to slow down.
Now I’m a considerate swimmer, and if somebody absolutely needs the area in the lane that I am swimming in, I will gladly cede it to them. After all I usually have every other lane in the pool to choose from. So I move my stuff over to another lane, hoping not to cross paths with the inconsiderate bastard again only to have him cross my path once again in a few short laps. I repeat the process again, and again, until somehow the inconsiderate bastard has taken up 50% of the pool to himself, and every additional portion of the pool that I absolutely need in order to keep a fast swimming pace.
Here’s the worst part of it, the inconsiderate bastard is usually a young child and his dumbass parents. So what happens is the dumbass parents put their young child in the pool, and let him do whatever the fuck he wants. Oh no, don’t dare teach the child to be considerate of others and maybe tell him not to get in the way of the only other person in the pool. Nope, just plop him right down in there and have him take over the whole fucking thing with his stupid pool noodle and water wings because he’s too retarded to swim properly. Now you might be thinking to yourself, “Silly Patrick, you can just ask the people to politely move or not get in your way”, well no I can’t. Remember, my neighborhood is filled with the second worst kind of people in the world (next to inconsiderate bastards of course), Baptists and Fundamentalist Christians, and if I were to do something that would be at odds with their right to entitlement, they would go absolutely ape shit on me. Not to mention the fact that if someone were to even perceptibly threaten one’s child be asking him to not be a complete fucking idiot, the parents world revert to their protective paternal instincts which somehow entitles parents to be crazy and always right.
Case in point, upon walking into the pool for swim practice today, this guy who was doing laps asked this young boy to try to keep his lane clear. While the lap swimmer was swimming away, the boy’s mother starts to yell at him “YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE SUCH A JERK ABOUT IT, WE WERE HERE FIRST”. It’s statements like this which really make me angry. First off, the guy wasn’t being a jerk he was merely telling the boy to do the right thing (which I know is something that parents are reluctant to instill within their children nowadays) but it by no means makes him a jerk, second, even if these people were at the pool first, would it kill them to not get into somebody’s lane? Now, I hate elitist athletes as much as the next person and both cycling and swimming are full of them, so I know how annoying they are. However, in this scenario I think the real problem isn’t the athlete but it is instead the inconsiderate bastards of the world.
See, if parents would just take a little time to not act like complete fucking dip shits when they are around their kids, and instead guide their children in ways that don’t inconvenience others, my run ins with the inconsiderate bastard simply would not occur. Remember, it IS the responsibility of the parent here, nobody wants to be told to move, and no athlete wants to be forced out of his training for some idiot walking in front of him. The problem is, the athlete can’t stop the person from walking in front of them, and they really can’t tell the other person to move without pissing them off in some way, thus the people who are in control on both frontiers are the parents. I would also like to point out how incredibly risky it is for parents to let their kids wade around aimlessly like this as well. When I am swimming, and in particular making a flip turn, there’s moments when I have zero visibility of what’s in front of me or what’s behind me. If I were to throw my feet into a wall while I made my turn and a kid walked in front of me, I’d nail his head. Likewise, if I were to push off of the wall and somebody walked in front of me, chances are that I would push off into their chest at a pretty fast speed. I actually had this happen to me the other day when I was swimming a workout. As I was approaching a flip turn, I looked up, saw no one in my peripheral vision, and went in for my flip, only to have a kid’s pool noodle accidentally hit my feet when I was making the turn. Just imagine if the kid went back a few more steps, that would have been his head. Fortunately the mom saw this happen and realized that letting her son walk in front of somebody while doing a flip turn is dangerous shit, and she got him out of my way.
I just wish that people would be more cognizant of the inconveniences that they place on others, and the own risks that they expose themselves to, by simply not taking the extra step to be courteous. Of course, there is hope as a few people who were walking across the pool today for exercise chose not to go all the way to the lane that I was swimming in, and instead opted to stop just before it, so as not to get into my way. But we still have a long way to go. Either way, by that psycho mother’s own logic, I get to the pool first, and thus I am always in the right.



