Going to the meet this past Sunday got me all pumped up and happy that there is a place for me in masters competitions. That just after Robin asked if I'd be willing to stay late two nights a week and swim with her. So tomorrow morning, when DD coaches, I'm going to get in the pool like a proper swimmer with a team. Then on Wed and Thurs, I'm going to swim at night with Robin and Olivia.

While I was writing this it dawned on me that BridgeBoy most likely will be there tomorrow morning. I think that means I need to get in the pool right at the crack of 5:30, so that when he comes rolling in a little late it won't matter that I'm half naked and in goggles, because he won't recognize me.

That was a big pile of horseshit. He'll know exactly who I am. So, fine. He'll see me in a suit. Lovely. Then he still has time to back out of breakfast, since I haven't seen him since we spoke about it last (and actually? I've done a pretty fantabulous job of not thinking about it until just now). Fine then. Better to reject me now rather than later. I can handle being denied for my looks, but can handle it less if it's for my personality.

Anywho, I thought I'd write that down. I'm fucking pumped. I get to work out tomorrow. Three cheers for the sister who can't let go of the reins when a few of her swimmers want to come to morning workout. Means I get a morning off.

Whoo!

Posted by twids at 9:40 pm