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August 11th, 2010

A Momentous Occasion

Never, EVER, in my entire life did I think I would be swimming laps at dawn.

And yet today I was there at the exact moment that whoever controls the lights at the Rose Bowl Aquatic Center said, “Yup. It’s bright enough to turn the lights OFF.”

OFF. I’ve been there at dusk a billion times, watching the water around me getting darker and darker until it prompted the management to turn the lights ON. But OFF??

What is happening to me?

I am a person who gets up at 5:00 am now, that’s what.

Paul and I have jobs that require us to be in very early. This means that, if my call time is 8:30, but his is 6:30, we wake up at 5:00. I can’t bring myself to go back to sleep after the alarm clock has gone off, because then I feel all guilty and have to make up for it later in the day with some other kind of punishment. (Yesterday, for example, I slept until 7:00, but I had salad at dinner instead of a bread item. I felt deeply punished– success!)

It was not easy to go, what with the time of day and the post-op inertia (it was the first day I’ve been able to exercise since my appendectomy). I thought, as I was getting ready, I should take a photo of this. Naturally I forgot. So I’ve drawn a picture of how I looked and photographed that instead:

Unhappy Swimmer Liz- Artist's Rendering*Note: That is a “beauty mark” on my face. It is NOT a rat poop.

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