Leaky goggles...

After inhaling a Five Guys burger and fries, I waited the traditional half hour and hopped back in the pool. As if the heavy grease on my insides wasn't enough, my relatively new goggles persisted with their leakiness. The other night, in a dark stupor, I ran into the corner of the bathroom door, eyebrow first. So now I have a nice lump on my left eye that makes my already crappy fitting googles even crappier. I could not get the stupid things to suction. So lap after lap, nasty chlorine water filled my eye. Now I just look like I'm stoned.
I am happy to report that I managed to swim 15 minutes straight of freestyle. Yea! And tomorrow is my day off! My boyfriend Chris is in town and isn't too amused with watching me swim. At first, I think he thought watching me swim would be some sort of turn on. Then I had to remind him that while I would be in a swim suit, it is a one peice. And all my hair is wadded up in a plastic swim cap, adorned with bug-eye goggles. So really, I'm not such a sexy lady gliding through the glistening water of the Fairfax County rec centers. I more closely resemble an alien in my green and black get-up. He opted to wait upstairs and read Esquire.