thank you please, send me a crocus.
i joined the prospect park ymca this week.
i've already been twice, once for registration and once for a failed attempt at swimming.
see, i know that i make excuses for everything all the time. i know it know it know. i'm sure this is what holds me back. but there's a lot not to like. the locker rooms, which i thought would be terrifying; just aren't. which is pretty fantastic. seeing as i hadn't been in a locker room since i was twelve. but the pool, oh the pool, is three lanes. with three or four people to a lane. now i'm a giant, everyone will admit it. i feel so anxious about trying to share a lane with other swimmers for the following reasons:
a. i'm not an athlete. i want to go swim around for maybe hour and hour, taking my time, trying different strokes, just getting a feel if this is a "sport" that i'll enjoy.
b. you're all athletes, i don't want to waste your time.
c. i'm not so much an overhand swimmer. see i don't even know the name for that style. i enjoy swimming a modified breaststroke.
d. see above i'm a giant and i will kick you with my breaststroke kick.
i'm also terribly desperate for spring. i've got my laundry bags by the front door and can't bear to put on my winter coat again. pretty much considering three light jackets.
yeah this is march. same way it is every year. and for history's sake here are current events...
1. renato and matt (of baked ownership) are going to dubai for a week on monday.
2. when renato comes back from dubai he's going to germany for two weeks.
1 + 2 = 3. i'm running the store alone for all of march, meaning i can't travel with matt and sarah to northampton. they're going to be singing, which is perfectly fine. i could just use a change of scene.
and a crocus. or a daffodil.
the smell of dirt.
i've already been twice, once for registration and once for a failed attempt at swimming.
see, i know that i make excuses for everything all the time. i know it know it know. i'm sure this is what holds me back. but there's a lot not to like. the locker rooms, which i thought would be terrifying; just aren't. which is pretty fantastic. seeing as i hadn't been in a locker room since i was twelve. but the pool, oh the pool, is three lanes. with three or four people to a lane. now i'm a giant, everyone will admit it. i feel so anxious about trying to share a lane with other swimmers for the following reasons:
a. i'm not an athlete. i want to go swim around for maybe hour and hour, taking my time, trying different strokes, just getting a feel if this is a "sport" that i'll enjoy.
b. you're all athletes, i don't want to waste your time.
c. i'm not so much an overhand swimmer. see i don't even know the name for that style. i enjoy swimming a modified breaststroke.
d. see above i'm a giant and i will kick you with my breaststroke kick.
i'm also terribly desperate for spring. i've got my laundry bags by the front door and can't bear to put on my winter coat again. pretty much considering three light jackets.
yeah this is march. same way it is every year. and for history's sake here are current events...
1. renato and matt (of baked ownership) are going to dubai for a week on monday.
2. when renato comes back from dubai he's going to germany for two weeks.
1 + 2 = 3. i'm running the store alone for all of march, meaning i can't travel with matt and sarah to northampton. they're going to be singing, which is perfectly fine. i could just use a change of scene.
and a crocus. or a daffodil.
the smell of dirt.