So today at lunchtime I headed down to the pool at the Rec Center for a Nice 40 minute swim. Nothing too strenuous in terms of keeping track of intervals, etc. just continuous swimming at a decent pace (for me). I like long swims- after the initial 10 minutes of “boooooring, I wish I had my ipod” whining, I usually settle into some sort of stream of consciousness continuum of thought that is random and relaxing. Today’s went something like this.
“Hmm, the Fairhope swim team is called the Sharks
In New Braunfels it was the dolphins
Dolphins…whales…ha! remember when Rhonda said scales should tell you to “get off the beach and back in the water” when you had gained a few pounds
That was a fun weekend! Hey, I saw the old Dolphins swim coach at Dairy Queen that weekend
Mmm…Dairy Queen…I love the dude sandwich!
Chicken Fried Steak is GOOD!
Why don’t they have chicken fried steak in Alabama? Everything else is fried! Fried tomatoes, fried candy bars, fried pickles
Pickles…I like sweet relish on tuna
Awesome, I am having tuna with lunch today- and it has sweet pickle relish
Remember when Melissa and I used to go to the pool every day in the summer? Anytime I drank the water accidentally in the Olympic pool, I always wanted to eat tuna fish sandwiches and grape Kool-Aid afterwords
Awesome, i think I have some Grape Kool-Aid powder at the office
This is the greatest day ever!”
And then my reverie and workout was cut short when the life guard came to tell me to get out of the pool- ” We have a Code Brown.” Little turd. Literally.
Oh, well.
