- Aug 18, 2006
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So, I went swimming today, not the best of days, it was rather cloudy out, but it was a nice day because I had just done lat work, not really inspired by Mike Phelps, but because I felt I was tired of doing chest exercises. So, I exercise and because there is a pool right next to the weight room I go to, I went out to the pool. The clouds gave a gloomy sheen to the pool, the tiles still glistened as minuscule rays of light reflected from their smooth, polished surfaces.
I slowly descended into the pool's cool, inviting volume, the small waves lapping against my legs while I cautiously descended even further, further, til my entire back was enveloped in the chilled water; the moment it did so, a volt of electricity shot up my spine, reflexively shaking each bone in my body, rippling the water around me. At that moment also, my body became accustomed to the less than lukewarm water, my muscles warmed to the task at hand. I began swimming across the pool, using the breast stroke, repeating this process for 20 or so laps. I finally emerged from the pool, the weight of the water dragging down my shorts (luckily, the shorts are elastic, so my exposition was non-existent) while my muscles pulled me out the pool.
It is then when I saw myself in the reflection of the administration building of the complex next to the building. The cold black window was reflecting the reluctant sun's rays, illuminating my naked torso in painstaking detail. Every drop of water, every rivulet of moisture shone in the sun's rays, a million pearls encompassing my bare chest. I noted the half developed chest muscles, the lack luster biceps and the rather disappointing forearms. I stared at myself, but realizing I was creeping myself out, I disengaged myself from my earthly preoccupation, changed into shorts and a shirt, and then headed out to my Mustang.
I was deeply disapointed in myself, so of course, I will write myself about it, and if I ever read this thread, I will be sure to point out how disapointed I am in my reaction.
I slowly descended into the pool's cool, inviting volume, the small waves lapping against my legs while I cautiously descended even further, further, til my entire back was enveloped in the chilled water; the moment it did so, a volt of electricity shot up my spine, reflexively shaking each bone in my body, rippling the water around me. At that moment also, my body became accustomed to the less than lukewarm water, my muscles warmed to the task at hand. I began swimming across the pool, using the breast stroke, repeating this process for 20 or so laps. I finally emerged from the pool, the weight of the water dragging down my shorts (luckily, the shorts are elastic, so my exposition was non-existent) while my muscles pulled me out the pool.
It is then when I saw myself in the reflection of the administration building of the complex next to the building. The cold black window was reflecting the reluctant sun's rays, illuminating my naked torso in painstaking detail. Every drop of water, every rivulet of moisture shone in the sun's rays, a million pearls encompassing my bare chest. I noted the half developed chest muscles, the lack luster biceps and the rather disappointing forearms. I stared at myself, but realizing I was creeping myself out, I disengaged myself from my earthly preoccupation, changed into shorts and a shirt, and then headed out to my Mustang.
I was deeply disapointed in myself, so of course, I will write myself about it, and if I ever read this thread, I will be sure to point out how disapointed I am in my reaction.
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