my skinny lil ass in a skinny lil speedo

Ok for the most part, I have become a swimmer again.
Sadly, Karate is only once a week Saturday, here in Toronto.
So what is a ninja like me to do during the week?
I race home from work to eat toast with P&Jam,
seriously, its a real fuel magician of sorts.
It goes better with Peach yogurt, but we ran out.
and then I usually call my brother to see what he is up to.
His life is a circus lately. At least he isnt a Carnie...although he does have a knack for
dealing with all of those rollercoaster rides in his life. I love him and wish him well.
For his pain I will swim laps to clear my mind.

Generally, I have to wait around the house until 8:30 free lane swim time.
I walk about 3minutes up and over from my house and voila! a pool shows up behind the bushes. There it is! the pool!
Ok so what if it is a REC pool. It totally is great for me and is always available until 10pm in the night. For $2.50 I can swim for an hour.

Beat that.

I am now devouring the "medium" pace lane and should really be in the
"fast" lane but then I would really have to "work-it".
So I got a new TYR suit last week as it really SUITS me fine. And looks hot on my leaner-because-of-swimming-and-going-1/2-vegetarian-frame.
Yes 1/2 as I do have to get a little more meat inside me lately as I am feeling dizzy.
And I am angry at PETA for being slow with my parcel!

I got into the pool tonight, the clear blue embraced me.
It was another strange day in the sea of Toronto.
Matt Good said that in a sea of people one can still feel utterly alone.
I believe this.

I have been going to the pool 3x a week and doing push-ups on my thumbs at Karate Saturdays.
I do have Mexico to look forward to in June, so all I really need is a tan for my bikini. I look pretty much fine as can be. Dave also needs a tan as golfing on Sunday gave him a "glorious"
bronzage de farmer.

Now that I am in more contact with my friend Justine I hope she takes me to her boyfriend Jason's Ranch. He is North American Champ...at the good ole R-o-d-e-o!
I hope they can teach me a thing or two about horses. I hope David comes with me.
He is fearful of big dogs, so I hope that the big horses dont have the same impact.

So about the pool, there is a slow, medium and fast lane.
The fast lane is for triatheletes and superstars. the medium lane is for post-swimmers and or retired swimmers. I havent swam against anyone in over (shock) 14 years.
And the slow lane is for people that just need to get into the clear blue water and clear their blue collar heads.


Did I tell you that we live in the village of Swansea?
Apparently this area is pretty historic. But I will leave that for another night.


One last thing, I got a flat-iron on the weekend and tonight I attacked the mane-from-hell.
And seriously, my hair is SO thick i will have to sleep on it STILL to get it truly stick straight.

I may sneak a swim in tomorrow...