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no excuse not to go swimming
Dec. 2nd, 2006 12:20 pmWoke up at 7:33, which meant I had no excuse not to go swimming, so I went swimming. I got about halfway there, walking carefully on the crazy-quilt of crunchy snow, white ice, black ice, and wet pavement, and then I realized that I was only wearing one shirt.
It's a good shirt; it's my Pike Place Market Seattle Debauchery Souvenir shirt, burgundy, with four pictures of a fish in various stages of disrepair and the legend CATCH ME BEAT ME COOK ME EAT ME.
What it isn't is the shirt I usually swim in. Well then, I thought: this must be the day I've decided to swim shirtless.
*Man* can you go faster without the extra material. It's a close-fitting muscle shirt, but the difference is impressive. The freedom! I still had to let the guy in the lane lap me, but I must have cut ten percent off my swim time.
( I'm getting better in the locker room, too. )
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It's a good shirt; it's my Pike Place Market Seattle Debauchery Souvenir shirt, burgundy, with four pictures of a fish in various stages of disrepair and the legend CATCH ME BEAT ME COOK ME EAT ME.
What it isn't is the shirt I usually swim in. Well then, I thought: this must be the day I've decided to swim shirtless.
*Man* can you go faster without the extra material. It's a close-fitting muscle shirt, but the difference is impressive. The freedom! I still had to let the guy in the lane lap me, but I must have cut ten percent off my swim time.
( I'm getting better in the locker room, too. )
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