Some seemingly random facts:
Every Sunday morning, I go swimming.
Early.
Part of the outfall of growing up an only child is that I have an inherent disdain for crowds; they give me a slight rash.
So, I endeavor to get up and out the door early, to get to the community center just as the doors open, to be one of the very few lane swimmers at the pool.
So, I endeavor to get up and out the door early, to get to the community center just as the doors open, to be one of the very few lane swimmers at the pool.
Another outfall of OCS(Only Child Syndrome)? I hate to share.
But this Sunday morning, I accidentally slept in. This error began the day off to a lousy start. By the time I got to the pool, the normally 3 empty lanes had been changed over to 1, in order to accommodate lessons. I was left with a melange of lane-mates who ranged in speed from the merely annoyingly slow to the painfully excruciatingly slow.
Plus, one of these ass-hats managed to clock me in the head as they passed me going the opposite way (by accident, I'm sure).
I tried, length after length, to salvage something positive from this precious time I had devoted to something I'm really not all that crazy about (i.e. exercise in general); to find some positivity in a positively crap-tacular, chlorine-laden hour.
Plus, one of these ass-hats managed to clock me in the head as they passed me going the opposite way (by accident, I'm sure).
I tried, length after length, to salvage something positive from this precious time I had devoted to something I'm really not all that crazy about (i.e. exercise in general); to find some positivity in a positively crap-tacular, chlorine-laden hour.
I found it, or shall I say I found him, waiting for me by the whirlpool as I was about to schlump back to the locker room.
This particular facility has a white board where the staff takes turns writing the "Quote of the Day".
And there he was.
Albert.
My dear, sweet, wicked smaht, bed-headed Albert:
"Gravity cannot be held responsible for people falling in love"
Albert Einstein
The swimming experience? Sucky.
People falling in love? Ahh. Nice.
Gravity, in general? Not so kind to us elderly women who are slowly evolving from a 36 C to a 38 long.
But Gravity, in the hands of a master? Smart. Romantic. Sexy
People falling in love? Ahh. Nice.
Gravity, in general? Not so kind to us elderly women who are slowly evolving from a 36 C to a 38 long.
But Gravity, in the hands of a master? Smart. Romantic. Sexy
For me and Albert, on a day that didn't start out too great? All I had to do was look.
The writing was on the wall.
11 comments:
Gravity and love? What a pair. Kudos to you for your commitment to swimming!
And I totally understand the alone thing. Having spent much alone time growing up in Alaska (yes, I've been to Wasilla... MANY times), I actually like the alone thing. I used to get up and go grocery shopping at 6 am on Saturdays. I hate crowded grocery stores.
Countess AG: What about the triple threat? Gravity, Love AND Einstein.
Didn't I just blow your mind?
I was one of those slowpokes, that's one of the reasons why you don't see me at the lanes anymore.
Hilarious post.
Count Cormac: Your swimming may not be up to speed, but I look forward to seeing one of your quotes on the whiteboard one day.
Which one is ultimately more satisfying?
Oooooh. I love me some lap swimming. More lap dog-paddling, but still. Love it.
Ahhh. Those 34 C days.... I had two brothers, so I was basically an only child as well.
Countess NATUI: Since I don't run anymore, there's something pretty satisfying about just kickin' it in the pool. Not quite the same, but close.
Countess MPM: Did I say 34? I meant 50 AA.
Yeah, I'm a Dali painting...
You are a master at telling tales! There is something raw and sexy about Einstein, isn't there? I've never noticed before you enlightened me!
Ha! A 38 Long :-)
I love that you found some bright lining in your otherwise painful lap swimming...Peace - D
Countess iPost: Oh, that Albert - relatively speaking, he's a babe.
Countess D: Length swimming to me isn't physically painful; I just have a hard time staying focussed and still remembering what number I'm on.
That hurts my pea-brain somethin' fierce. Which is why Albert is all the more attractive. The yin to my yang.
"Which one is ultimately more satisfying?"
Getting the quote out there, then I would be able to afford my own Endless Pool and I could as slow as I wanted ; )
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