I'm very committed to my exercise routine, and part of that is a regular swim. Though most of the time I get to the gym pool and can hop right into a lane, from time to time the pool is full, and I'm forced to either wait or ask someone to share a lane. One day I was fortunate enough to hop right into the pool and the cool water rushed around me as I commenced the freestyle strokes I learned as a child on the swim team.
I was feeling my muscles engaged and the blood flowing as I slipped through the water feeling free and alive. Stroke after stroke and flip turn after flip turn passed. I was empowered by the water and adrenaline. The time passed through my workout and before it was complete, I started to feel the need to go to the ladies room. In just 10 more minutes I'd be done with my swim, but nature would not let me wait, so I got out of the pool, put on my flip flops, and trotted off to the women's locker room restrooms. Three minutes later I returned to the pool to find a senior citizen in my lane. I figure that's ok, we'll just lane share.
I looked at her an politely asked to share the lane I had just inhabited. She looked at me in shock when I asked if we could lane share, but she consented as I wasn't done with my swim. She proceeded to trash talk me by saying, "If you move your meat. You lose your seat," at which point I think I looked at her in shock. Regardless she said we could lane share, so I hopped right back in the pool and finished my swim that day surprised at how rude people can be.
Life carried on, and I went back to the pool for another swim. There she was, sitting at the end of a lane having a conversa-
tion or a fight with a gentleman. All the lanes appeared to be full, and the gentleman offered me the lane they were arguing in so I could swim. Eager to get my workout going, I hopped in and started swimming. I could catch glimpses of the lady's encounter with the gentleman as I reached each end of the pool. Before I knew it, the old lady was physically fighting with the man and splashing water at him over the lane ropes as he was swimming. When I swam by her, she poked me in the rear end. This behavior from a senior citizen was astonishing.
I thought to myself, "I never want to behave in such a way in my lie," and I thought the old lady at the pool was a prime example of an anti-mentor or that person you observe and know you don't want to emulate. I don't want to be like that old lady and figure that the purpose in her crossing my path in life was to share her bad example. Who's your anti-mentor?