The Warmest Color

Today's Workout:
 - Swimming and Healthy Eating

Hoo-Ray! Today has come, and I get to eat chicken! After so many nuts and vegetables, I am really looking forward to some animal protein. I woke up salivating over the dull, white meat I would be consuming later.

The pleasure of eating meat was quickly overshadowed by my desired to have cheese and beer. Jake, Stacy, and I sat down around lunch time to play cribbage. As with any game of cards, cribbage is more enjoyable with a beer, so Jake and Stacy both grabbed one. I enviously sat and watched them imbibe.

I am only vaguely aware of how it happened, but somehow I transitioned from a young, college student who would only consume beer as a punishment, into someone who appreciates and savors the different flavors the malted beverage. My ability to tolerate beer came from sheer exposure (I can't help it that I'm awesome at boat races), which grew into a forced liking of beer necessary to be cool, and now we have landed at a mutual respect. I respect beer for offering many different styles appropriate for any mode, and Beer respects me for drinking it (responsibly?).



This mutual respect and appreciation for beer, made it difficult to game with the charlatans and not grab a drink myself. However, I stood strong and resisted. This could be why I ended up winning. Clear Head, Full Heart, Can't Lose!

We swam soon after lunch, which was great because my feet were so cold. I couldn't wait to jump in the hot tub and feel warm again. 
...Maybe I should have though. The extreme of the hot tub on my toes burned worse than beach sand in July. Quickly, I acclimated and savored the time in the warm bath.

About the time the hot tub became unbearable, a family with a few small kids entered the pool too. The youngest boy was so excited to be in the water that he stripped his outdoor clothes instantly and ran around the pool area naked waiting for his suit. The tiny streaker shrilled excitedly when his mom finally came over with his trunks and swim diaper, then launched into the warm arms of his grandpa and the water. Eventually tiring out every member of his family, pool time ended before he was ready to leave the water.

While all the commotion to our left was happening, Jake swam gracefully in the water. He would disappear below the surface for minutes, only to pop up in an unexpected location afterwards. Almost shark-like in his surfacing, but more friendly.

Good Yawping Stance

I, on the other hand, apparently lack grace in the water. I wish I could video tape my attempts at swimming, because I have a terrible time picturing how it looks. I splashed around back and forth for a while, then decided it would be fun to learn how to turn like a real swimmer. I approached the wall on the deep side, pushed forward to flip underwater, and yawped as water came rushing up my nose. Looks like I need to return to elementary swimming lessons and learn to blow bubbles betters.

Taking a break from submerging, Stacy and I had contests holding our breaths till we were blue in the face and on the verge of fainting. She won the set, but I am pretty certain she was bending the rules a little. Now I plan to practice and increase my lung capacity more for future showdowns.

After our lazy exercise, I was off to the store for dinner ingredients and produce for the next few days. Apparently, the best time to grocery shop is a little after 5 on a week day. The part time high schoolers, having just started their shifts, where sitting at open check out lanes awaiting customers. With my pick of line, I obviously went to the girl with the superfly, blonde / cerulean hair. The way the color streaked through her mane resembled raindrops or icicles. I should have said something about how I liked her hair, but regretfully did not.


Back at home, Stacy's blue hair also made an interesting development. What was originally supposed to be a dark indigo color hidden beneath her blonde strands, it really took on more of a bright blue shade. Until today that is. We were sitting on the couch, and I noticed part of her bangs looked almost purple. Me, being a person with perfect colorvision, reliably recognized this hue adjustment. Stacy, however, did not believe me until there was pictorial evidence backing me up. After shrieking with disbelief, she spent the next few minutes texting everyone about her hairs of a different color.

From blue toes to blue hair, today definitely had a shade. I wonder what tomorrow's will be. (Also, 1.5 mile run)