Sogginess of the accomplished variety

Got my sorry arse to the pool this afternoon for a cautious 600m swim, marred only by a knuckle-bruising encounter with the razor-sharp plastic lane marker thingies whilst attempting to avoid an oncoming train. OK, maybe it was some immensely pot-bellied splashy bloke who probably can't keep to his lane on the freeway either.
( A meaningless lj cut for politeness' sake. Rambliness and rantiness to follow )