Hydrodynamic Enough To Sink To The Bottom

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Birthday - Ben E. King (musician)
Birthday - Ed Sullivan (TV)
Birthday of Confucius / Teacher's Day (Taiwan)
Cabrillo Day (Ca)

 

I lost my panties last night.

No, really. I can’t find the damn buggers to save my life.

 

I thought they were in my backpack when I biked to my swimming class, to be worn after I had peeled off my swimsuit after class. Everything else was in there, but the panties were not. So somewhere between the Fortress of Terror and the swimming pool, there may be a pair of underpants on the road. Fortunately, they aren’t the camoflage ones, or the hula ones, or the ones with the little stars on them, so I will not mourn them too greatly.

 

As for swimming itself, I have discovered that I am uncoordinated and have upper arm strength relatively comparable to a Tyrannosaurus rex’s. And as I get out of breath, it gets harder to coordinate that and strokes, so what should be: stroke stroke stroke stroke breathe stroke stroke stroke stroke breathe becomes: stroke stroke breathe stroke breathe splash sputter float harf harf drown. I will work on that.

 

I say I hate physical movement, but this is only true of most physical movement.  I like some, like Tae Kwon Do and bike riding.  But swimming is probably the best way for me to get my exercise, and the reason can be summed up in one word: buoyancy. When you get tired, you can relax without falling down. You feel like you’re actually getting somewhere, because the water helps you along. And if, like me, you have a certain pair of inconveniences that defiantly proclaim that No Sport Bra Can Contain Them, it is nice to be able to counter gravity somewhat.

 

Also, it’s fun.

 

Biking home with a slightly damp suit under your jeans is less fun, though, so I’m going to make damn sure I’ve got underwear next time. Which as we all know is probably a good idea for all classes, anyway.

 

 

You were expecting something else, weren’t you?

Comments

[gryfindormia.livejournal.com]

*reads your entry, goes back and reads my own*

We really are doppelgangers.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

*reads, being behind on friends list*

Damn! That's creepy. I never found mine, though. I guess I got off lucky.

[viizou.livejournal.com]

My initial reaction to your first sentence was to think about Grey's Anatomy. I don't know if you watch it, but misplaced panties have had extremely dire consequences, in recent episodes.

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Maybe that's where the first sentence came from, because I was downstairs while Mom and my sister watched that instead of the CSI season premiere. Unfortunately, you can learn what I think of Grey's Anatomy when you find that I refer to it as "that dumb doctor show." I dunno. I just find it irritating.

But to make you feel better, I recently found that I like a rerun Lifetime show about what I call "women doctors," although it gets obnoxiously feminist at times. So I really can't question the taste of anyone who watches that dumb doctor show.

My direst consequences are that I may have to do my laundry a day sooner.

[viizou.livejournal.com]

Heheh, no problem.
I'm completely aware that Grey's Anatomy is basically Dawson's Creek with doctors, but, well... Sometimes I enjoy things despite my better judgement. I could argue that I started watching it while going through a rather emotional phase in my life, but I won't even try to justify myself. Guilty as charged. ^_^