OK, maybe not as entertaining as Record10's poo story, but ...
So Fri night is my swim night. Get to the Y and it is PACKED. Uh oh ... get inside and little kids swim meet. Damn - well, off to a 2nd run on the dreadmill. Do a quick 5 miles and hit the shower.
I noticed an older guy (like over 80 easily which is unusual at 9:15 pm) fumbling around with his clothes, bag, etc. even before I hit the shower. Get back, he is still fumbling around, but I'm just getting dried off, changing etc. Pretty cute old guy with one of those Elmer Fud style hats with the ear covers on. Sit on the bench and he waddles over to me, giggling, and asks if I can help him. I look up and he has crotch RIGHT IN MY FACE with his fly open. It seems he can't zip it! He says he has struggled before and says he should have thrown them away, but they are black cordoroy and very warm (it is damn cold out tonight). Ah, so what do you do? ...
Well, so I reach up and oblige - jeez. I'm half naked, hoping to hell no one I know comes in. But, I'm struggling too as it is pretty stuck. Christ. I call on all my surgical skills to finally get the damn thing up after what seems like forever - he chuckles and says thanks and then (and I quote) "didn't want my dick hanging out in this cold!" To make matter worse, I now just notice his sweatshirt that says "Michigan Alumni". Damn again!
I started to laugh, but held it back. Didn't really know what to say. He waddled off. On my way out the door, he was asking the girl at the front desk something about his car keys, fumbling around some more - I just wanted to beat him to my car as I really didn't want to see this poor guy driving.
Thanks for reading ...
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Fatigue is biochemical, not biomechanical.
- Andrew Coggan, PhD
So Fri night is my swim night. Get to the Y and it is PACKED. Uh oh ... get inside and little kids swim meet. Damn - well, off to a 2nd run on the dreadmill. Do a quick 5 miles and hit the shower.
I noticed an older guy (like over 80 easily which is unusual at 9:15 pm) fumbling around with his clothes, bag, etc. even before I hit the shower. Get back, he is still fumbling around, but I'm just getting dried off, changing etc. Pretty cute old guy with one of those Elmer Fud style hats with the ear covers on. Sit on the bench and he waddles over to me, giggling, and asks if I can help him. I look up and he has crotch RIGHT IN MY FACE with his fly open. It seems he can't zip it! He says he has struggled before and says he should have thrown them away, but they are black cordoroy and very warm (it is damn cold out tonight). Ah, so what do you do? ...
Well, so I reach up and oblige - jeez. I'm half naked, hoping to hell no one I know comes in. But, I'm struggling too as it is pretty stuck. Christ. I call on all my surgical skills to finally get the damn thing up after what seems like forever - he chuckles and says thanks and then (and I quote) "didn't want my dick hanging out in this cold!" To make matter worse, I now just notice his sweatshirt that says "Michigan Alumni". Damn again!
I started to laugh, but held it back. Didn't really know what to say. He waddled off. On my way out the door, he was asking the girl at the front desk something about his car keys, fumbling around some more - I just wanted to beat him to my car as I really didn't want to see this poor guy driving.
Thanks for reading ...
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Fatigue is biochemical, not biomechanical.
- Andrew Coggan, PhD