This morning I went swimming. Despite arriving at the pool at 10am (taking a quick break from a slow work morning), I found that the lanes were all occupied, so I had to slip into the slow lane with a couple of old ladies who both could swim better than me. I mean, I am a terrible swimmer. I can float and tread water and flail around, but my stroke is atrocious and my form is nonexistent. I am far better at the backstroke than anything else.
I completed ten laps and my swim cap only fell off three times. It was arduous. Then I got out and went to sit in the nearby jacuzzi for a little while, letting a hot jet massage my lower back. As I was getting ready to go back to work, I noticed that I had strained several muscles in my left arm and across my left pec. Sigh. I could use a couple of swimming lessons, probably.
I used to go to swimming lessons all the time as a kid, but I hated them because the water was one of my early Irrational Fears (now replaced by airplanes). I refused to put my face in the water, I refused to go in the deep end. I probably made a scene or two over it. So I ended up being sort of able to swim, albeit badly — somewhat like my inability to touch type.
Anyway, hooray for Friday. I am so looking forward to a relaxing weekend. In the morning I am going to get up and walk to Kezar which is about a mile and a half away, to pick up our city car share wagon so that we can buy groceries and go to Target and the Homo Depot. Then I will spend the afternoon doing who knows what. Maybe at the H.D. I will go ahead and get a bigass planter pot and some soil and prepare it for my great Tomato Experiment.
And I will definitely plot out a budget, as Brian has. We need to basically figure out which expenses we can drop (Netflix?) and how much money we have leftover so that we can determine if we can in fact get a car this winter. Honestly if it is too much of a stretch, I am happy with City Car Share until we move to Chicago.
Unrelated note: OMG America’s Next Top Model is the second-best reality pageant ever!
Top Model is a glorious trainwreck. is it awful of me to have secretly hoped they kept the anorexic girl on just to watch her be anorexic?
Oh man, that poor girl. I LOVED it when she started into her “I drink a 3000-calorie shake –” speech and Tyra was all, “well, I eat barbecued ribs and potato salad; you need to eat some food.”
I love me some Tyra.
That anorexic chick has alien arms! Her arms were like four feet long.
swimming is hard! Natasha was afraid of water that was over her head – I think that was when she was 6 or 7. Now she wants to go to the Olympics.
Oh. I forgot what I was going to say… oh yes, I agree – getting your face into the chlorine is gross.