Swimming

I finally made it back into the pool this afternoon. Well, after the outdoor pool by which I lazed for the afternoon, into the lap pool. The trip started badly by my swim cap ripping right when I got in. "This is a great excuse to get out of this workout," I thought. The other part of my brain won out, though, and I swam capless. I was then walking a few laps (why? not sure) and a guy from the gym walked through the door to ask me if I knew how to swim. Knew how to swim? Of course. So, my pride on my shoulder, I walked (walked?) back down to put on my goggles and do a few more laps. Alas, the goggles broke. I think someone is trying to tell me something. Something like "Go back to the couch with your book and stop trying to be so active."