i-swim

Is it odd to get quite so excited to discover that you can now waterproof your i-pod, and indeed buy 'pre-made' waterproof mp3 players?
Having started swimming a few months ago, and after finally acknowledging the fact that I am now addicted, (having gotten hideously antsy when I went away and found the hotel pool closed for maintenance) this to me seems like a wonderful idea. The monotonous up and down, up and down just sometimes needs that little bit extra to get you through. I mean don't get me wrong, there are some great people watching opportunities. The gold lame bikini woman (no, dear, not really, not in a leisure centre), the beached whale, who thrashes around whole-heartedly, yet barely gets 5 yards and drowns the entire pool (please go home, please), the gay couple who swim along together eyeing up each half decent six pack (such a refreshing change), and the Damart lady, whose collection of floral swimwear knows no bounds.
However, sometimes, there is nothing quite like The Eye of the Tiger, Fortunate Son, or indeed 'The Boss,' when you hit that wall.