Lane Share

I’m in a job transition, which gives me time to focus on my physical health—paying closer attention to what I eat and how I exercise. That has meant swimming laps at the community activity center.

I know what you're thinking: "Deron swimming must look like a rock trying not to sink." You're not wrong.

But with the help of training flippers—and a strong survival instinct—I've come to enjoy my time with the mostly retired crowd. Slowly, I am making progress.

One thing I've learned about swimming laps is that there aren't always enough lanes for everyone. And there are always expert-level swimmers in the pool. As a novice, it's intimidating to go to a pool and realize you must share a lane.

Like most, I'd love to have my own space with clear and undisturbed water. And I have to confess that in the past, I've taken up extra space and made huge splashes to make my lane less attractive—almost like a reverse mating ritual.

But the other day, something changed. I saw an older man walking in, scanning the pool, looking for a spot. At that moment, I felt it—he was like me, just trying not to sink and making progress.

So, I got his attention and said, "Hey, you can share my lane." And the most fantastic thing happened—I felt good—and it wasn’t just because I was finally lapping someone. It was a small way of helping someone on a journey. It's funny how that works.

Now, when I see someone new scanning the pool for a spot, I wave them over and share mine. As a side note, be careful not to seem too eager when doing this because that's what psychopaths do.

It's a simple gesture, but kindness and consideration matter—whether in the pool, work, or other parts of your life—share your lane.

On a related note, please don't pee in my—I mean our—lane.