Desire to exercise

I couln't wait yesterday I had to try out my swimming costume. I did a search on the net to find a local pool that was open at night.
As I paid my money to the woman at the pool reception she asked me if I'd been there before. Then she ran through all the obvious stuff about how to use a locker. As I went through the doors to the changing rooms I could have sworn I heard her snigger but it might not have been at me. I had to abandon my glasses in the changing rooms, and I blindly followed the walls until i came to the pool area. It was a short walk to the pool and the pool was hardly crawling with folk.
It was a delight to be in the water. It was perfect temperature for lane swimming. I swam up and down without stopping. I'm still unnerved that everyone seems to be overtaking me. Left the pool feeling virtuous and happy with life with my hair full of chlorine.

Not wanting to be outdone by the other day's failure to walk in the country park I drove there again. This time I paid the parking fee and had a damned good walk. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Even the climb upto the car park at the end that had me wheezing for breath. I feel alive and my lungs feel cleansed.

Returned home to find that mum's friend had brought some cakes for us all. I selected the one I would have had and photographed it. Will I eat it? Don't be absurd! My parents can polish it off...