Adventures of an Ambivalent Gym Queen, Dispatch #111908

Gym Queen's Log, Workout Date 111908: Spoke to my doctor's assistant, who informed me that swimming is fine--excellent, even. The rest, she told me, is just a matter of working through the soreness. Easier than it sounds? Definitely. So instead of throwing caution to the wind, I threw my clothes in the locker and got with the pool.

Using the trainer boogie boards, I swam a full lap--not without struggling or pausing a few seconds here and there--and felt like I'd done something. One lap led to another and before I knew it, 45 minutes had passed. Like I said, it wasn't graceful--or easy on the legs--but it was done. I practiced breathing drills separately--part of my sinister plan to build up leg/body strength while getting the drills down. Oh, I know the drill, all right!

No steam room performances by either Chitty, Chatty, or any of the Yak-Yak Crew. Though I did see Jesus. (Well--the member that looks like him.) We caught up on what we'd been up to since our last run-in. It was nice--being able to talk to a guy like a guy without having to worry about sexual undertones, sending the wrong signals, and that kind of stuff. Good times.

I was going to say, "thank you, Jesus," but hallelujah seems less...messianic. All in all, a blissed out nirvana was had by this GQ. Of course, I could have a whole other bunch of names for him in the morning, depending on how sore I feel. As they say, "It's in His hands now!"