What I should be doing right now is taking a nap. In a few short hours, I will be heading out into the cold and super windy Philadelphia evening on my way to a friends and then a 76er's game downtown. Seeing as how I sleep for crap most nights anymore, I'm slowly weaning myself down off the caffeine and artificial sweetners that have sustained me for years... going out on a Friday night, especially after a morning of swimming, seems to require some form of nap.
My new love, these days, reclaimed from my youth, is swimming. Since I scrapped Gold's Gym for the local community center and got brave enough to don a swimsuit among the masses of 60 year old women--I've been consumed with the activity. In fact, I think I have a permanent, yet faint chlorine-scent to me. The water is where I acquired my last injury, but after completing a mere 2 months of physical therapy, I can do 30 minutes at a stretch without over extending my rotator cuff. It's a good thing (at least until I get those swim fins and water gloves!). Besides, I injured myself in the ocean with a surf board, not in a pool surrounded by old men in Speedos.
And on the subject of Speedos... men of a certain age with scrawny white old man chicken legs, bellies that are reminiscent of a woman in her third trimester and hair coming from interesting places should skip the Speedo--PLEASE! The only one I sort of forgive was the blind guy.
On that untasteful note, I have a basketball game to get ready for... I wonder how many eligible bachelors are attracted to purple haired girls that smell of chlorine?
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