Poor Kristien didn’t get home until very late. I felt a little bad doing it, but I did the old hello-kiss, here’s-the-baby-monitor-handoff and immediately headed out the door. I was planning to run; however, it was far too dark and cold for me! So to the heated pool I drove.
Dang, pool. I haven’t seen you in two weeks? Maybe two and a half?
I swam for 20 minutes – until they shut the place down – and had my mind on so many other things that I forgot to count laps. Ah, well. Maybe 1000 yards? It felt nice to use my arms instead of my legs. I fall very easily into the running-all-the-time trap. It was good to do something different.
Guess who also forgot her towel?
Cue the awkward public shimmy-shimmy-shake to remove as much water as possible. Better than forgetting to bring a sports bra or sneakers to the gym, right?