Back To The Water
Made it back to the pool this morning for the first post-Christmas-gluttony swim. Minor panic attack when I pulled into the parking lot, but fortunately all the New Year’s Resolutionists were staying in the dry areas of the gym. Either they’re committed non-swimmers or they haven’t resolved enough of their body issues to be seen in swimwear yet. Either way I won – I had a lane to myself for the entire workout.
We’ll see if the effort pays off on Friday. Weather permitting, at 11ish we’ll plunge into the ocean like little penguins with 300 or so of our closest friends to celebrate the New Year. Most of our friends normally wince at the thought of going, with the imagery of icebergs and hypothermia shivering up their private bits just as surely as the cold water itself would. Still fun though, and free coffee, doughnuts and certificates always make for excellent motivators. See you there? This will be the 24th annual plunge, and our fourth together.
Count me among the “wincers”. Don’t forget, I grew up swimming in that ice-pot called the Pacific. Glad you two — err — three (sorry Diego) are doing well.
Never thought you’d be one to turn down free coffee, no matter how much pain was involved. We had a great time though.