So today I swam a nice comfortable 3000m at Kalipso after my 3800m killer workout a couple days ago. It felt great. I shared the lane with another chap during my warm-up, then he left and I had the lane to myself.
I like the pool. Small, dank, little-to-no supervision. Only two lanes, sure, but rarely full (I just jinxed myself). Sharing the same space/water is a wide “lane” attached to an area like a lagoon. Hard to describe. But it is a shallow area, with a bridge to a hot tub. Some of the noodlers/babushkas hang out over there trying their damnedest not to get their hair wet.
There is a spout underwater over in that shallow area that pushes a huge amount of water out. It points across the two lanes that I swim in. When I hit that current, I have to swim to 1 or 2 o’clock to keep straight. It is really good practice for open water currents.
Well, today I saw something odd. Thus the swimming anthropology designation of this post. A Kyrgyz dude, who was swimming next to me, a serious swimmer I think, judged solely on his using pull buoys and paddles and fins (first seen for me), was using the jet to massage his big old belly. For minutes. Each time I swam by, he’d be moving his belly through the jet, as if that would make it disappear. It reminded me of those scary slo-mo’s on television showing some fat guy running for a beer, waves upon waves rolling over his ample flesh. I finished a couple 300s and then he was gone.
Then, a Kyrgyz junior babushka-in-training stood in front of the spout/jet. She had her bathing suit pulled up her butt-crack and was putting her butt cheeks in front of the jet, as if to massage herself. She did this literally for 15 minutes. I know because of the sets I was doing. And it was hard to miss her as the only other person in the pool at the time and her massaging happening only five feet from me.
She massaged herself that entire time. Each time I passed, she was emphasizing a different buttock and thigh each time. I don’t know if she stopped because the lifeguard turned off the spout or if she has control over the spout. (I haven’t yet checked it out.)
I never saw this in Moscow. Granted, I swam at a serious pool (home of the 1980 Moscow Olympics) and always swam in a center lane. Perhaps I was missing something on the ends, near the powerful spouts? Should I try this aquamassage?