But, do I move my giant ass? Nope. I do not. I can't figure out what I want to do. It's ridiculous.
The fan fest is just a little more than I want to talk. I could take my mobility scooter but I do want to walk some. I could get a manicure tomorrow after my swim. I need to hang up my wet swim suit.
It is already 11:30! Geesh.
It is that time of year when the pool crowd thins out. First people get all enamored with the outside at the first hint of warm. Then the dedicated swimmers find pools outside. I'm not big on outside swimming (or really outside anything) but most swimmers love it. Today I was the only one in the pool until the woman who runs laps in it came in. She literally runs in the pool for an hour. She's amazing. She told me today that she had been a runner for years and years until an injury forced her to give up ground running so now she pool runs. She does a mile at a time. Wild. No one else showed up the entire time. Just the two of us.
Ok. I think I'm going to put the groceries away, hang up my swim suit and then maybe go get a manicure. Or not.