So replaying the day’s events, I think I was asked if I was pregnant.
I am not.
I’ve been swimming a couple times a week.
(I’ve been running and walking too…but that’s not part of this story.
Clearly it should be…as in I need to do more of it….)
So I am horrible at swimming.
Also not really the point of this story…but then again, maybe it is…..
Anyway, here I am…going to the Y….swimming.
There are 3 lap lanes and the other half of the pool is for water aerobics.
Sometimes, there are more than 3 people who want to swim laps, so you have to share a lane.
Enter: Colorado Boy
That’s what I call him in my mind.
I know 2 things about Colorado Boy.
#1. He is from Colorado.
#2. He is the only man at the Y that actually wears a speedo.
I know this because one day I ended up sharing a lane with him.
It was like 105 degrees that day…or 93…or 89 or some other non-fall-ish temperature.
Colorado Boy: “So, is it always this nice in November?”
Me: “Nope. This is pretty hot for November.”
Colorado Boy: “I’m from Colorado, so I think this is pretty nice.”
And well, the speedo….I don’t think that should need an explanation.
I’m really glad my husband wears swim trunks.
Okay, so now you have our complete history.
Back to swimming at the Y.
A friend of mine has been meeting me there.
She is pregnant.
And she’s cute and tiny.
She’d tell you otherwise…but trust me.
She’s tiny. And cute.
(And she knows how to swim and has been giving me tips.)
So today, I got there 6 hours before her.
Because I have to swim for 6 whole hours to even come close to the same distance as she swims in 1 hour.
Alright, alright…maybe it was only a few minutes ahead of her…whatever.
I was in the water and had swam a few laps before she arrived.
I was in the water.
She is standing at the end of our lane getting ready when Colorado Boy shows up.
And he says. “Oh you’re pregnant.”
Notice: statement. Not question.
“How far along are you guys?”
Notice: use of plural.
He was totally talking to both of us.
My friend said,
“I’m just over half way.”
I did not say,
“I’m not pregnant, I’m just fat.”
He said “Oh, my wife is pregnant….blah blah blah.”
So now I know 3 things about him.
#1. He is from Colorado.
#2. He wears a speedo.
#3. His wife is pregnant.
Gesh. His wife is pregnant.
He should know the difference between a pregnant and non-pregnant person.
I was in the water.
That’s my story….and I’m stickin’ to it.
(Sorry for the lack of pictures,
Clearly you do not want to see a picture of me in my swimsuit.
Apparently I look pregnant.)
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