Why backstroke?

I am getting through this Spring-depression! It is by far the lightest one I have had in years, and pretty cool, since I sort of thought that spring+breakup would mean total meltdown and days without showering...

On Thursday (suddenly that word looked weird. Like I was writing it wrong. Possibly because I read through my blogposts since the beginning, (possible to do, since there are not that many of them) vincing every now and then from horrible spelling. But I can't be bothered to do spell checks, as I tend to start editing myself.)
Anyways, on Thursday I will quite possibly get an Amazon parcel! Most of the stuff are gifts for my dad and for friends, but for my self there is Going Postal DVD, Cecilia Bartoli CD, (hello french people who google her and come here. I love Stats.) and my romance-crack: Elizabeth Boyle's latest book. Hellu reality-escape!

I went swimming this weekend, 45 minutes, not tired at all, so next time I'll start intoducing more crawl as it ups my heartrate. I went later than I normaly do, on the plus side: no getting up at dawn, no morning chill going there, no sad old men swimming in my lane and "accidentally" touching.. and the minus-side: The pool is stuffed to the roof with females, who does backstoke. Slowly. ??? Why backstroke? I assume there is some diet-slim-arms reason for this?
It is ok when we are three in one lane, it is for the most part easy to swim past, but when we are 4 or 5 it starts to become difficult and I get trapped behind stamping, irritated, feeling my pulse slowing down.
Maybe I should suggest to the staff to put up a lane for backstroke swimmers, and there they can putter about without blocking the pool for the rest of us. Next time I'll rather deal with the human-contact-starved old men. At least I get to excercice that way.

What I really need is a pool all for myself.