I woke up in a great mood this morning. The sun was shining, so I opened all the blinds to let the light in as I enjoyed a cup of coffee, some fruit and some oatmeal, and caught up on my favorite blogs. As I usually do after breakfast, I got ready to go for a swim in my apartment complex’s heated, indoor pool. This is when things fell apart.
The pool is no longer heated. According to the office manager, the heat is turned off in March, and the patio furniture is dragged to the outdoor, unheated pool for those who enjoy swimming in what looks like tree blossom gazpacho. Have you been outside today, friends? It’s sunny, yes. But it’s also windy and still winter. Swimming weather? Not even close, and, for someone like me who is always freezing cold, it won’t be for a few more months.
So, in one fell swoop, there went all my plans to get in shape prior to summer. Unfortunately, I have bad knees (thank you, high school colorguard), so swimming is where exercise begins and ends for me. Is this the worst thing in the world? No. But it’s pretty damn irritating.
Before I go vandalize the signs advertising the heated, indoor pool that the apartment manager stills sees fit to display, I want to hear your stories of suck. Why focus on the positive when you can commiserate with those who have it even worse, right? Rant away …