Swimming----in the Mud!

The day began with the sound of rain hitting against the windowpanes.

Dark, gray, and rainy equaled extra sleep.  Glancing at the clock, I grimaced when realizing it was 8:15 a.m. Usually, I'm at an indoor pool by 8:30 a.m. at least two to three times a week. It's about the only exercise I get.

Every excuse to skip my swim flew into my head. "Too late."  "Too wet."  "Too dark out."  Instead of listening to the negative voices, I got up, flew in and out of the bathroom, slipped on my bathing suit, sweat pants and shirt and ran out the door.

Now my hubs is putting in a brick walkway from the front porch and across the lawn to our driveway. It's only three quarters done. Once the rest of the bricks are laid, everything has to be grouted.




Still, I ran down the newly laid bricks toward my car, hurrying so I'd be able to get in at least 45 minutes of swimming. When my feet stepped off the bricks onto the lawn,  a massive slide began. Rain had soaked through the grass and underneath was a thick layer of mud.

Looking up, I saw the gray sky.  My towel was somewhere near my side, as well as my purse.  Picture a woman laying back down in the mud. That was me.

Struggling to get up out of the mud, my sweat pants felt like they had been dipped in cement. Same with the back of my shirt.

So what did I do?  Well, I folded my towel in half, mud side in, got into the car, and drove to the indoor pool.

A river of brown mud swirled down the drain in the locker room shower . My mud caked rubber clogs even got washed.

After the 45 minute swim, getting back into the mud caked pants and shirt was quite a challenge but I did it.

Who said exercise wasn't important to me?  Huh? Huh?  If one person said it wasn't, he'd get decked.

As for that brick walkway, it's now avoided at all costs until it's finished.

HAVE YOU EVER FALLEN IN PUBLIC?