Fixation with otters, apparently.
70 laps I did yesterday. I’m quite proud of the whole swimming endeavour. This is a new year’s reso made good. My two piece bathing suit (costume, to us Saffies) is nearing the end of its useful lifespan. The material of the bottom is starting to get indecently transparent, and unless I want to audition to be a Playmate of the Year, I’d better trade it in. S’pity. I really like it. I do have another costume though, a black one-piece. But it kinda makes me look like an otter.Not that I have anything against otters per se. Just don’t want to look like one. We have an otter named Harry at our small local zoo. Geddit? Harry (P)otter.I’d just as soon not be Maggie Otter. But it’s inescapable in that rig-out. It does have some gold filigree designs on the front which look sort of Arabic, like something out of a harem, rescuing it from complete Otterdom. Its exactly ten years old, but good as new, as I haven’t worn it much. (I wonder why?) But the quality is good, and black does tend to disguise flab on stomach. Oh necessary deception to be in need of. Unfortunately, the vice-like grip also disguises most evidence of a chest. Same principle. Still, with any luck, I can start wearing my discarded bikini again one of these days. According to the laws of the universe, there must be some reward for spending an hour and a half a day dragging oneself up and down a pool. And also for buying the yogalates dvd. That should carry some brownie points – the mere fact of transaction 😉Mostly, though, I am hugely entertained (as you may have deduced) by the novelty of me exercising again. My word, but I’ve missed it.