Friday, July 12, 2013
Mini-Post: The Way of the Long Distance Fishy
Dallas Aquatic Masters, and who further remembered that I, Jen, raise money for charity during Swim for Distance Month every year, thank you. Both of you. You rock.
Everybody else: July is Swim for Distance Month over at Dallas Aquatic Masters and I raise money for charity during Swim For Distance Month. Okay, now that we're all caught up: Regret to inform that I'm not going to do it this year. Raise money for charity, that is. I got a late start and it hasn't been going well, so I'm going to just concentrate on surviving the month. I swam five days in a row last week and boy was I sore. I usually break up swim days with gym visits. But between a case that's ramping up for trial at work, and the Trans-Texas Groupie Tour after the World's Greatest Rock Band, I've missed almost an entire week. That's almost six miles I can't get back. That, and the only charity I wanna raise money for right now is Pro Choice Texas and that's, well, a little polarizing. (Evidence: Not a single response to the last blog post. Either I scared some people, or nobody wants to offend me by disagreeing with me. Oh, wait, one response from my uncle Bob, who agreed with me. Thanks, Uncle Bob. Not for agreeing with me but for responding.)
So here's what I suggest. Decide on a favorite charity and send them ten bucks. You can tell them it's in honor of Swim for Distance Month or you can leave that part out. I'm sure they won't care. If you're the gambling sort, bet the ten bucks on whether or not I make two thousand meters in the Big Swim, which I enter every year and I'm still gonna enter because I'm crazy like that. If I do it, the charity gets the ten bucks. If I don't do it, then you send the ten bucks to Tea Party America or the John Birch Society in my name and put me on their mailing list for life. A guy I used to work with at the TJ Library threatened me with that once and it was quite effective at keeping me in line. I never stuck a piece of book tape on his back again. (He set the alarm off thirty-seven times. It was effing hilarious.)
And just cause I missed his cute li'l face, I'm bringing back the Long Distance Fishy. There he is at 1200 meters. I'll post a total count soon. Probably after I get back from the Trans-Texas Groupie Tour after the--yeah.