Swimming in the "bubble"

It's pretty ironic that the most mentions I have to any one thing in my blog is something I don't care much for-swimteam. Now most people stop their swimming regimens at the YMCA at the end of September or so, but never us. We the homeschool swimteam(now with cool t-shirts!) never stop. We swim our best in the cold of winter when other "swimmers" stop for a winter break. We swim our best when the pool is covered in a self induced fog because of the mind boggling difference between the temperatures of the pool water and the air. Then, after a few weeks, we get to swim in the bubble. The "bubble" is some kinda big, thick, and old tarp thing that they put over the pool before we morning swim team kids die in a block of ice, or sue because of frost bite caused by early morning swimming in the fall. The bubble ( or big diaper as my ingenious little brother used to call it) used to be white. Now it is a very putrid yellow color. Probably from being stored for most of the year in someplace far far away and most likely damp and moldy. The bubble is constantly pumped full of hot, thick, and humid air from a 30+ year old air conditioner located in the back. This makes it rather hard to breathe; even if you aren't allergic to mold like my poor brother is. G dutifully swims his backstroke, freestyle, butterfly, and breaststroke as he coughs, hacks, and gags in the humid air. I have an easier time of it. In fact, during our backstroke swim today I swam for twenty straight minutes without stopping. However, neither A or I counted how many laps we did. I'll say I swam about 1500. (based on that it takes me about 15 strokes to cross the pool at a second a piece.) I have to go do math now and get ready for biology. Don't try to do the math in the nice formula I wrote it'll probably come out a lot differently than my calculations.