And thanks for waiting yesterday out with me.
It was just what I needed.
I took the day off, to generally get my life in order after so many moons away from my routine.
Also, so I could catch up on my DVR.
It was an all around success.
This morning, I got up early, gathered up my gear, and headed to the gym.
For a swim.
Which I haven’t done in months and months.
I figured a little low impact cardio is a good way to get back into the game.
I’m real far out of the game, in case you were wondering.
After struggling into my suit (it wasn’t pretty, chicks), I hit the pool and started swimming slow laps, aiming for a mile.
It was then, chicks, that I realized that some things just never change.
As I maneuvered into a turn at the end of the lane, I noticed something out of the corner of my eyes.
It was the infamous “I-use-hand-flippers-wear-nude-swim-shorts-and-also-hang-around-on-the-deep-end-of-the-pool-like-a-creep” guy.
He was floating around the bottom of the pool, looking up in my direction.
In his defense, he appears to have lost the nude shorts.
I breathed a sigh of relief, when after a half hour, he finally hauled himself and all his apparatuses out of the water.
A nice, calm pregnant woman hopped in next to me.
And proceeded to lap me.
I’ve got some work to do, chickens.
For now, I try to remember the way to work and what it’s like to sit still for eight hours.
Enjoy the sunshine if you’ve got it.