swimming in my own sweat

It hit 100 again here today. That’s twice all summer. I’m not complaining too much, because it’s only happened twice. In Missouri, I think it’s happened 209 times in the past two months. Go ahead and do the math on that one.

Today, while at work, all I could think about was going swimming. I opted for running on the treadmill and riding the stationary bike for a while at the gym instead. And the entire time I was running, the only thing I could think about was how I spent the best summers of my life as a kid at a cabin my grandparents had near Warsaw, MO. Yes, that’s where this guy is from, who was arrested on having wanton waste of fish. (I can’t help it. I love that phrase.) We’d swim daily in a lake that was way too deep and we were way too unsupervised most of the time.

And that’s all I really want to do now. Except every time I think about it, I think of the massive snapping turtle that my LYLAS-BFF Angie and I saw one day while we were in the same lake. And ever since then, I haven’t exactly been chomping at the bit to go hog wild swimming in a lake. That may very well change if too many of these 100 degree days keep happening.

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