When I swim at the pool by myself, I sort of get lost in my thoughts. I focus on form and all, but I also find my mind wandering. And man, it wanders in weird places.
- I probably should have eaten breakfast before swimming. I’m hungry.
- I wonder what that thing is at the bottom of the pool.
- What is that guy wearing? Is that a swim skirt on a man?
- Maybe it’s a lady.
- Maybe I can go to McDonalds on the way to work.
- Nope, not a lady. Guy in a swim skirt. Whatever works.
- That thing at the bottom of the pool looks like the world’s largest dust bunny.
- Why does this swim cap never want to stay on my head?
- Am I getting a bald spot on the front of my head from this thing?
- I wonder how many emails will be in my inbox when I get to work.
- Is that a dead fish at the bottom of the pool?
- How would a fish get into the pool?
- It still looks like a dead fish. That’s gross.
- My watch does a good job of counting laps.
- I should maybe focus on my swimming.
- Is that dead fish coming closer? Gross.
My thoughts always include:
“at least I can swim better than that guy”
“ugh… water in my goggles”
“I wonder what that lifeguard thinks of my swimming skills”
“cupcakes”
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“Is that dead fish coming closer? Gross.”
Ha! Great ending. Love it.