puddles

Rain is a northwesterner thing. "I love the rain, I'm an Oregonian," I say for the 37th day in a row. Rain and trees and Gortex are what make us Oregonians and, to dislike any of those would be down right uncivil. On a darker note we have exactly nine hours of daylight, but who's counting? Winter is time for sleep; my schedule of classes and work muck up my natural inclination to sleep with the sun.
Did you know I have a second life as a fish? my new PR is 31:23 for a mile. That's down 3:35 from earlier in the term. I am hoping that with some serious dedication and a little bit of oomph I can break the thirty minute marker in a few months. I know you're gripping your seat in anticipation; don't worry, I'll let you know.
Being an athlete has been the biggest challenge for me. It is hard to keep swimming when the pool turns into lukewarm Jell-O. I used to quit, but not anymore. Now I keep going. My arms windmill and my legs they keep churning. Stroking and breathing and kicking and gliding across the pool, I look fast in my new suit.