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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.

Comments

Haim said…
That women's locker room sounds like a pretty wild place ;)

Definitely a whole 'nother world than the men's locker.

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