Thursday, May 29, 2014

What A Difference A Towel Makes

After joining the YMCA, I was told how swimming is a great workout, good for the joints, blah, blah, blah. Sure it is. It also involves wearing a swimming suit, using a locker room, and entering a world completely foreign to me. Nevertheless, I was determined to try it. Eventually.

Today was the day. I dodged the locker room bullet by donning the proper attire at home. Pulling into the parking lot, I was pretty proud of myself. I was stepping out of my comfort zone into serious workout territory [queue the Rocky theme song].

Then it hit me: I forgot a towel. My one plan was to go swimming, and I forgot a towel. Talk about a rookie mistake. Everyone knows that swimming involves getting wet. How could I forget to bring a drying mechanism?

Confidence gone, I determined to follow through with my plan. I came here to swim, and by golly, I was going to swim.

After a relatively uneventful fifteen minutes of swimming and stopping to catch my breath, I pulled my dripping self out of the pool. "Play it cool, like I don't even need a towel," I thought, marching into the locker room and realizing how much water accompanied me.

Aha! I can dry off in the sauna for a few minutes. Wait, there's a sign that says, "Please towel dry before proceeding." Only one problem: Towel drying involves a towel, which I lack. A rule-follower by nature, I couldn't see a way around it; my only option was to proceed without a towel. So, I tentatively tiptoed toward the tiny sauna, only to find it occupied. Unsure of sauna protocol, I tiptoed back behind the sign, still dripping. What to do, what to do? Rather than stand there awkwardly dripping, I ducked into a shower stall. At least I could stand there dripping in private while collecting my thoughts. If I put my clothes on and exited the building rapidly, maybe I could be in my car before my clothes became drenched. That was the best plan so far. If you have ever tried putting dry clothes on a wet body, you can imagine the challenge that ensued. Rapid is not a great description. Slow and sticky is better. Okay now, make a break for it. Dodging strange looks and slipping around on my very wet flip flops, I made it to the car as a soggy mess.

Now, I'm home and exhausted, with water in my ear. But, I did it. Next time, I will bring a towel.

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  1. Oh Davy, you make me smile! I miss you terribly when I read your blogs...I can just see you doing all of this! Love you!

    1. Haha. Thanks, Nat. If you guys get tired of living on that coast, we would love to have you join us on this one. ;)


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