Wet Suit

This Wednesday we are starting open water swimming. I haven't been to a team swim all season, so I think its about time. Its still pretty chilly here so my TNT friends recommended getting a wet suit. What's another $200 spent on a piece of sporting equipment that I will use maybe 4 times this year in the name of raising money for cancer research? Its all good.

Kevin is traveling this week, all week and weekend, and my nanny is on vacation (Its a double curse). Its been great having two little rug rats up in my business all week. Well, I needed to buy a wetsuit this week, so naturally I took my little kids to go get a wet suit. What a great idea, NOT!

I don't even know where to start with this story, but I am sure the other customers and associates at Gear West in Long Lake got a kick out of the three of us stuffed in a tiny dressing room while I tried to stuff my fat ass into a skin tight we suit. My God, those things are hard to put on. Its like 5,000 times worse than putting on a pair of panty hose (which I do not wear anymore). I swear I actually had to tuck by buttocks into that thing. And wet suits are HOT, VERY HOT! I guess that is the point, but I think I got a harder workout trying to get into that thing than I did during my swim earlier that day. And all the while the boys are goofing off in the dressing room, spitting at the mirror, singing loud obnoxious songs, trying to open the door while I am half naked with the we suit tangled around my ankles as I am trying to pull it off.

I just bought the damn thing. I have no idea what is going to happen on Wednesday night when I have to try to put it on in front of the whole team. I actually thought about putting it on before driving to the lake, but not only is that totally ridiculous, its entirely too hot. If I can get it on I should be nice and toasty in the water.

We'll see....