And I drove like this?
Jun. 25th, 2007 06:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgGot to the gym today for physio (seem to be making it regularly now which is great), opened up my locker, looked in and said to the girl next to me...
"Look, someone's left their handbag in here. I'll take it to reception."
I picked up the bag, prepared to virtuously march off with it, whereupon she eyed me warily and said "That's *my* bag".
So it was, in the locker directly below mine. Oops. I blame society.
I escaped off to the pool. Some lane-sharing trauma with Mr Testosterone who didn't want to get his hair wet and seemed unable to get his arms over his head due to engineering flaws in his current implementation. (As opposed to me not being able to get my arms over my head because of a design flaw).
No animal metaphors occurred to me, unless you count "a cross between Arnie at his best "brown condom full of walnuts", a washing machine minus it's stabilisers and an arthritic octopus". OK, maybe they did occur to me.
BTW Mr Testosterone probably felt obliged to grace me with his presence because the spa was shut again. *grumble*
Did my 1km and 25m underwater. I feel I should point out that it's only a 25m pool and I would probably drown if it was 50m or--ohmigod--unheated. Similarly the 25m underwater is by cheating and swimming along the bottom where it's much easier. Still, it's a personal achievement each time and that makes me happy.
Later in the change room again a motherly type kindly pointed out that I was buttoning up my shirt off kilter. I blame oxygen deprivation.
"Look, someone's left their handbag in here. I'll take it to reception."
I picked up the bag, prepared to virtuously march off with it, whereupon she eyed me warily and said "That's *my* bag".
So it was, in the locker directly below mine. Oops. I blame society.
I escaped off to the pool. Some lane-sharing trauma with Mr Testosterone who didn't want to get his hair wet and seemed unable to get his arms over his head due to engineering flaws in his current implementation. (As opposed to me not being able to get my arms over my head because of a design flaw).
No animal metaphors occurred to me, unless you count "a cross between Arnie at his best "brown condom full of walnuts", a washing machine minus it's stabilisers and an arthritic octopus". OK, maybe they did occur to me.
BTW Mr Testosterone probably felt obliged to grace me with his presence because the spa was shut again. *grumble*
Did my 1km and 25m underwater. I feel I should point out that it's only a 25m pool and I would probably drown if it was 50m or--ohmigod--unheated. Similarly the 25m underwater is by cheating and swimming along the bottom where it's much easier. Still, it's a personal achievement each time and that makes me happy.
Later in the change room again a motherly type kindly pointed out that I was buttoning up my shirt off kilter. I blame oxygen deprivation.
