It's about ten blocks from work in Santa Monica, and more "on the way" to work than the place close to home. It also has a pool, which the place near my house does not. I was looking forward to swimming again after a long, long time without - almost three years, really.
Getting there was an adventure. (Why was there insane traffic at 7AM, goldangit?) I finally found the place, and then wandered around until I found the men's locker room, and then eventually I even found the pool!
I got in. My eyes! My eyes! They must use different chemicals here because I could barely swim a length without having to stop and blink stinging tears of burning, burning pain from my eyes.
Even so, I soldiered through my planned workout. My arms and should are very stiff right now, but it's the good ache of hard use. Afterwards I basked in the sauna and steam room for a bit. The steam room is a strange place - there was one of the uibiquitous old guys that are always at every gym, particularly the sauna and steam room (and usually naked, so thank god this one's co-ed!) - who kept the room so full of steam that it was impossible to see more than a few inches in front of my face. This was good - the hissing of the steam mechanism, the thick steam and diffuse light isolated me from the huffing presence of the old guy ... who quite frankly sounded like he was doing something unmentionable. It was a curious experience of being both in the close presence of another person, yet also completely isolated from it. As others came in and left the steamroom, I could barely detect them, except as a brief current of cooler, clear air when the door opened and closed. It was relaxing.
If feels really good to be getting up early and alternating between writing and exercising (which is what I've been doing). This is a good habit to be in. And i've missed swimming - which makes no sense at all, I freely admit. My biggest complaint about the gym is the tedium. Climbing step after step after step, and never getting anywhere! Endlessly running on a loop of rubber, and never getting anywhere! Lifting things, putting them down, lifting them. I have to entertain myself with music, and if possible - reading. And even then I get deadly bored and look to cut my workouts short. But swimming, who knows why - is totally different. I usually end up going longer than planned rather than shorter, and even though there's nothing to look at, listen to, or concentrate on, I never get bored.
I'm really glad I've found a pool, and it's convenient. Fitness, here I come.