I just deleted almost a page of what is quite possibly the worst thing I have written. It came off as contrived and forced, and as I read it back to myself, I had a vision of my future, and if what I had written was some kind of indicator, and I think a piece of me died. One must be careful of what one publishes. Proofread, proofread, proofread.
Now that we're past that bit of unpleasantness, on with story.
Today is the first day in almost a decade that I've been wound free.
I'm just going to let that sink in. I haven't been in a pool in a decade. I haven't been hot tubbing since the Motorola Razr was the coolest flip phone anyone had ever seen.
I've actually forgotten what swimming feels like. But, I've bought a pair of fashionably black board shorts and am quite looking forward to the experience. Given the vast changes my body has gone through since my last time it was in anything larger than a bathtub, I feel like I get to re-experience something for the first time. How cool is that?
And now, I must muster the last reserves of my sanity focus to get through the next two weeks of physical therapy, and then watch out, for I will be in your midst again.
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