Well, after 32 laps (in a 10m length pool) I decided that I had felt enough of The Burn in my limbs to deserve ten minutes in the sauna with the newspaper...Well,as I sat reading, three giants of men came in and squeezed beside me in what is essentially a hot steamy bus shelter. They were so big these men, the biggest men I've ever seen. Ever. Their arms seemed bigger than my torso and the scars on their torsos were bigger than my arms. As I sat reading fondue recipes in the Metro, I worked out that they were the mighty All Blacks rugby team. I got this from their accents and also from their shorts which read 'All Blacks'. Put this into perspective, rugby players are big muscly guys, professional ones even more so and the biggest of them all, anywhere on Earth, are the All Blacks.
I didnt even try to hold my stomach in, what's the point? I just sat and listened to them talk about beating Ireland and Wales and snapping other huge people in half etc... One of them had quite an impressive beard on his giant Zeus-like head which reminded me that I'm in the early stages of growing a moustache for charity. One which can only be described as '80's teenager'. It was only then my masculinity took a tackle and crashed.
It was time for me to go get showered and dressed which I began doing so amongst the remainder of the team which seemed to be the Maori contingent, all muscles and tribal tattoos. It was only then standing amongst them I realised that the pants I chose to wear this particular day were a classy pair with 'I ♥ VODKA' written around the waistband...
