Underwater Adventures

So, wow. No internet again. This stinks. Of course, this also means the dishes might get washed, and I may tackle a few creative projects. Who knows? Actually, judging by the last time this happened, the internet may be up and running again soon, so they may not get done after all.
*Oh, internet, you little minx. Just as I was turning my music off to go to bed I noticed you are back up. You sly fox...determined to keep me up past my bedtime.

Incidentally, the names of my neighbor’s internet accesses are (among others):
- viper
- pimpmasterflex
- princess
- paingain
- franksnetworkyo!

So, let’s discuss my little underwater adventure tonight. I used to be a swimmer in high school, and my workout of choice is swimming laps. It’s very low-impact and high-aerobic. So I can get an aerobic workout without making a fool of myself in step class. Why would I want to do that when I can make a fool out of myself in a swimsuit?!

I went to the pool tonight, and swam a 200, a 100 kick, a 200, a 100 kick, and a final 200. Sounds mighty impressive, doesn’t it? AND, I did it all in 20 minutes. I am something else, aren’t I?

Well, here’s pretty much how it went down:
Get in pool. Discover that I have to share a lane with another swimmer. A boy swimmer. Eeew. Yuck. Pout.
Swim 50 (there and back)
Re-adjust goggles
Swim 50
Take a water break.
Boy gets out of pool and goes home. I must’ve made quite an impression.
Swim 50
Fix cap that came off mid-pool.
Swim 50
Take off cap and grab kickboard.

Now, that was just the first 200. The rest were equally as productive. At no point did I swim more than there and back without stopping and asking myself what in the sam hell I was doing trying to exercise in the first place. I can’t even spell exercise without spell check making me try three times.

I will say it felt good to be in the water again. Water has always been like a second skin to me. Unless it gets in my shoes, in which case I’m a whiny mess. Us Pisces are like that. And I would go back again tomorrow night, but I’m hanging out with my favorite six-year-old, and I’m pretty sure there’s some Uno-playing in my future. And my body needs a break, anyways. This is the hardest I’ve made it work since I walked up a volcano (you know, for the ten minutes I made it walk until the poor Guatemalan boy felt sorry for me and brought me a horse).