I haven't posted anything in a while, been enjoying Comcast's DNS problems and reading everyone else's stuff. But today I went *SWIMMING*, at the Alumni Pool at MIT, where I now have a card that will let me enter. They have towels there, and the one major downer is that the girls/women in the locker room are hella skittish about nudity, to the point of holding their towels tightly clutched 'round their bodies while they put on their underpants with one hand. It makes me miss Healthworks, where I learned to love my body and got to properly dry myself after showering. When other people are that self-conscious/discreet/whatever, it makes me feel like *I* should act that way too, to not offend their delicate sensibilities, especially where I may run into a client there or something. I'll get over it soon. Then I'll be "that naked chick with the hairy legs who is drying herself in the middle of the locker room". Hee hee. That will be fun for me when I muster up the chutzpah for it.
My bathing suit is tighter than I remember. Then I remember that I bought it my senior year of high school (yes folks, I go swimming just that often) and it makes sense. But once I started swimming, with my new goggles on that Jake say make me look like a blueberry imac, I don't notice, because holy crap I remember how to swim! It's great, and when my face is underwater, between the bubbles I blow out of my nose I can see the SCUBA people on the other side of the pool, and they're these people just sitting at the bottom of the pool, which is a little surreal, but it keeps me entertained. It's fairly standard Massage Therapist dogma that swimming is a type of exercise that (unless you're doing it competitively and ripping up your shoulder doing butterfly or something) is unlikely to hurt you. But now I can say it like I mean it. So much fun and only now are my hands/wrists/forearms starting to hurt as I'm typing. I felt warm and tired and physical and then I came home and ate pasta with shredded cheddar cheese and toasted chopped walnuts and pepper.
So now I have a regular Thursday night swim date. I need more though. Any other MIT people want to go sometime with me?
My bathing suit is tighter than I remember. Then I remember that I bought it my senior year of high school (yes folks, I go swimming just that often) and it makes sense. But once I started swimming, with my new goggles on that Jake say make me look like a blueberry imac, I don't notice, because holy crap I remember how to swim! It's great, and when my face is underwater, between the bubbles I blow out of my nose I can see the SCUBA people on the other side of the pool, and they're these people just sitting at the bottom of the pool, which is a little surreal, but it keeps me entertained. It's fairly standard Massage Therapist dogma that swimming is a type of exercise that (unless you're doing it competitively and ripping up your shoulder doing butterfly or something) is unlikely to hurt you. But now I can say it like I mean it. So much fun and only now are my hands/wrists/forearms starting to hurt as I'm typing. I felt warm and tired and physical and then I came home and ate pasta with shredded cheddar cheese and toasted chopped walnuts and pepper.
So now I have a regular Thursday night swim date. I need more though. Any other MIT people want to go sometime with me?
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Date: 15 Apr 2005 15:34 (UTC)Regarding nudity, the locker room at the Z-center doesn't seem to have these problems. I wonder why?
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Date: 15 Apr 2005 18:23 (UTC)