After going to work today, I decided to hop on over to my local Y and swim for a while. I thought 30 minutes of swimming and then 15 mins in the steam room would do wonders for my mood. And if I was lucky maybe I could lose a few pounds in the heat.
So I get there, get ready and am standing at the edge of the competition pool, ready to swim laps for 30 minutes. It was 1:00 pm exactly.
Half way down the lane I knew I was in trouble. I flipped over to my back, and then back to freestyle. When I got to the edge, I grabbed on and looked around like I was checking out the newness of the place. Then I started back. Half way back, to make a total of a whopping one lap, I turned on my back and casually thought about dying which obviously I was about to do. Or so I thought.
But I didn't, and when I got to the end of the lap I was somewhat mortified to find that I didn't even have the strength to pull my fat ass out of the water. I glanced at the clock. 1:04 pm.
Shit. I was able to pull my wobbly pudge ass out and dry off as though I had just swam a marathon and was ready to call it a day. I hastily retreated into the locker room....
The nice thing is that nobody in there knew how long I had been swimming, so I was in the clear in there. I did manage to stay in the steam room for 15 minutes.
Pudge
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