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Shower Sharing


Despite being in the midst of teaching two little boys that sharing is good, I'm not a good sharer. One of my least favorite things to share is food. Family style restaurants and sushi houses are okay because I enter with the knowledge that I must share, but I still end up stuffing myself out of fear that I won't get my hands on the salmon or tempura rolls fast enough. Sharing food leaves me feeling unsatisfied, no matter how much I eat--as if I've had to compete for the morsels of nutrition I ingested. There is no calm; no sense of having savored my own full meal.

I like sharing a shower stall at the pool even less than I like sharing food. I'll wait in that wet line of ladies waiting to warm up as long as I need to in order to get my own stall. I will happily let others go ahead of me to share stalls so I can wash myself in peace. Don't get me wrong--I'm not against being wet and naked next to all the hot babes on the team. That's actually tempting :). But, there are a few things in this world that keep me sane and one of them is a thoroughly solitary (well, between the two little walls of my own stall), however brief, hot shower after a good hard swim. So let it be known, ladies, if you ask me to share with you and I decline it isn't personal. And if you notice I'm not inviting you into my water while you stand aside shivering, just know that I'm hurrying and that's the best I can do.

Today's pre-shower workout:

Honestly? I can't remember. It was a bunch of short sprinty stuff with fins and my brain cannot retain exactly what those sets consisted of for more than about five minutes.
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Haim said…
That women's locker room sounds like a pretty wild place ;)

Definitely a whole 'nother world than the men's locker.
June 18, 2007 at 12:14 PM
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