I was swimming today and a woman was in my lane. She was ... well muscly. She told me she went swimming 7 times a week. Then she said, she was doing a triathlon soon. I exclaimed so you swim 7 times a week and find time to cycle and run? She replied "Yes, I am a pro-triathlete." So I said "oh, so that's all you do?" meaning you don't have to juggle a full time job explaining how you can spend so much training. She looked back at me and said "Yes, that's
all I do"
. She then proceeded to swim another 18 miles or so.
I'm good with the ladies.
Whilst I was able to swim faster than her, she was going fast enough so I couldn't sit behind checking for a small penis, so I am unable to update you as to the use of steroids in triathlon. Maybe if I see her again I will find a way to check for a teeny-weeny in her costume.
The life-guard I like returned today. She's now a brunette, but it suits her. It was busy because of all the children off for xmas, so I didn't see her until late. I had been kind of distracted by the superfit woman swimming next to me. I like superfit women, even though the reality of a girlfriend that could kick my ar*e probably isn't as exciting as I imagine. I also couldn't live on protein shakes and boiled veggies for the rest of time, so that is the wrong type of woman for me. I need a woman that might stash a pizza in the freezer for a rainy day, or bring home a bag of donuts because they were on special offer. Still, the thought of being sexed until I run out of stamina first is an exciting one ... and one I may revisit later this evening.