Ok, this has nothing to do with anything, but I ran across this picture and it just made me laugh out loud. I can't explain why.
As previously noted in the poop blog, I am embarrassed by what I find funny. What do you think this man is doing? More to the point, what is the FISH doing? LOL.
I flew back from 75 degree sunny Arizona weather two days ago to 10 degrees and snow in Boulder. There have been VERY few days, so far, I would have described Boulder as cold (unmanageably so for me), but the last couple would be described as such.
Yesterday it was 9 degrees. Lovely. I was one of the few seriously deranged people who swam outside. I admit that the FAC water is warm but man-oh-man, the run to and from the indoors elicited quite a yalp!
Denny Meeker was the other freak in the pool with me. We rallied and Denny decided to join my workout. After our 5 x 200 set, we did a 4 x 150 pull set. Before which, a man jumped into my lane. Denny, the guy and I chatted a bit before we started, the guy said he hadn't been in the pool for a while, was really out of shape, yada yada, and soon enough Denny and I began our set. After we finished the first 150 and were stopped at the wall, I teasingly said to Denny, "Single man in the pool, babeee!" (Denny is dating our favorite, Laura Tingle, so I certainly wasn't meaning him.) He spit out some water in a giggle at my comment as we pushed off for the second one.
At the wall this time I smiled coyly to say, "Single woman under 35 looks down at his shorts. Single woman over 35 looks down at his left hand!" :) Denny laughed out loud at that.
"That's funny, Sharpie!", he laughed.
As we began the 3rd one, a woman got into Denny's lane (next to mine). Bless her heart, she was loaded up with all kinds of gear.
"Bless her heart", by the way, is the southern, polite code for "stupid, F*** idiot". :) By the time Denny and I finished up our 4th one, the woman was wearing swimmer gloves, flippers, and a scuba mask with snorkel! I kid you not. I saw that and couldn't help but start to laugh, I'm sorry. Combine that with my lane-mate who, true to his word of being out of shape, was flopping all over the lane like a fish out of water -- it was a FREAK SHOW going on the pool.
"It's like Ringling Bros in here!!!!", I joked to Denny as he laughed.
"Put your finger in the blow hole of the snorkel and see what she does!", I encouraged. Denny is the nicest guy on the planet and would never do any sort of prank to anyone .... (that's partly why I tried to encourage him to do it! I knew he never would.)
In his typical patient, parental tone he said, "No, Sharpie. We're not doing it."
"C'mon!!!" I laughed.
He didn't do it. :)
As all of this was going on, it had started snowing. Now I wouldn't call it a BLIZZARD, but it was snowing! My pull buoy had frozen to the deck and it was almost covered in snow. I just couldn't shake the idea how disconcerting this was!!
It is one thing to swim outside in the summer rain. It is quite another to be OUTSIDE in temps under 10 degrees, with snow hitting you during the swim. On one hand it is kind of freaky-different, on the other, there is something just NOT RIGHT about it. :)
Anywhooo, I managed 3k, said goodbye to my partner-in-crime Meeker and hauled ass back inside, screaming the whole way.
I thawed in the shower for about 20:00, put on 16 layers, and schlepped out to my car in my thick Ugg Boots. On the back window of my car in the parking lot, scribed in the snow, was a message: Call me bitch
I knew instantly who it was. Who else would write that? Brandon. :)