TITLE: A Heat Of The Moment Thing
Feathers of anxiety fluttered in my gut as I took in the busy swimming lanes. Oh God. Why did I keep putting myself through this? "Jo, I don't think--"
"No thinking allowed. Forty laps, then coffee. Right?"
Her smile sweetened her words, but I knew she meant business. The feathers moved up, nasty tickles of nerves making straight for my throat. "Um..." I gulped, stepped back.
Jo frowned, placing a hand on my arm. "What's up, Becs? We've been doing this for ages. You'll be fine."
"I--it's too busy. You know what I'm like with crowded pools."
She looked at my lane. "Six swimmers. That's not bad."
Only six? I squinted down at the blurry blobs, doing my own head-count. Six. I took a rallying breath. Three passes per lap. Okay, it could be worse. Why, oh why, hadn't I worn my contacts? I always wore contacts to the pool! Why not today? Without them I felt so weak. I reluctantly drew my sleek new Nicole Kidman locks into a ponytail, searching for a different excuse.
"I didn't bring a swimming cap. What if my hair turns green? Or goes back to halo-frizz?'
"If I start my new job looking like a freak I'll blame you."
"Yeah, yeah. Come on." Jo made for the fast lane as usual and dived in.
I sighed. Faced my blurry, congested lane. It wasn't like I really needed to see. We all knew the routine.