You want me to wear WHAT?
At least I don't look entirely ridiculous in this...(just slightly). And I'm not so much nervous about wearing it as I am petrified.
The last time I was in a swimsuit was...hmmm...our honeymoon...uh...two and a half years ago...or should I say 15-20 pounds ago?
But in all seriousness, it's not all too bad. And surely there will be other, sketchier folks in the pool...right? I mean, isn't it the prerequisite of all public pools to have at least one shady old man in a banana hamock? Attention should be diverted to him and not my thunder thighs...hopefully at least.
I'll report back with the first "swim" tomorrow. And I say "swim" because I'm not so sure just how much swimming will take place...I foresee a lot of water up the nose, flapping around like a fish outta water (except I'll be in the water), and maybe even an itty bitty bit of drowning...
...one thing's fo' sho'...it'll be interesting.
Because as of tomorrow, we'll be official YMCA-ers, and officially in tri training...
I'm going to be a triathlete (a bit surreal)...but how can a non-athlete, like myself, even be a triathlete.