Sometimes, the pool can feel just as cut-throat as the roughest open water swim.
Not an awful lot to report on the swimming front - I'm putting in the lengths, trying to count them without losing track (which seems to be much more difficult than it should) and trying to make those constant little improvements to my efficiency in the water.
I swim in two pools - one is a beautiful restored 1930s municipal pool. It's a slightly random 30.5m long (which makes doing the maths of how far I need to swim even harder!). The water is cool and clear and I usually get plenty of room to myself. However, I have to stump up a fiver a time, which isn't very economical when I'm a gym member as well.
The other pool is at my gym. I know I'm lucky to have a pool at my gym (gyms with pools are few and far between in central London), but it's just not as nice! It's 20m long and it has a pillar in the middle. A massive concrete pillar. I live in fear of banging into it.
It also seems to attrack some 'interesting' swimmers. People who work on their butterfly technique in narrow, busy lanes. People who make more splash than a small child at bathtime. People who insist on swimming in the same half of the lane as me, even when it's just the two of us.
Sometimes the stars align and I get a clear stretch of water for a decent amount of time. Sometimes my lane-mates glide through the water unobtrusively. But not often enough!