Parallel of eating shit in a pool…metaphorically speaking
Today it happened. During my 5am swim, I was in mid-stroke, deep in thought, when I slammed into the wall. Ok that is an exaggeration. my hand punched the wall, curled under my torso and my momentum made me bonk my head. Don’t worry, I’m not dead, but I did come up and say “Shit!” which reverberated throughout the building, no doubt.
What was I pondering so deeply that made me believe I was in an endless lane? World peace? Tiger Woods? Ophelia’s madness in Hamlet? No.
I was thinking about the surgeon I went out with and what he was capable of doing with his hands.
Yes, I almost gave myself a concussion because of the potential of a man’s fine motor skills. Which will come in handy because at this rate, he will need to feed me with a spoon because of my brain-related mid-freestyle workouts.
