Three Days of the Porpoise

Remember that movie from the 70's starring Robert Redford as a CIA researcher Joseph Turner- Three Days of the Condor? Turner, whose code name is Condor, comes close to wreaking more havoc on the C.I.A. in three days than any number of House and Senate investigating committees have done in years by unwittingly uncovering a plot to control middle east oil that in turn, causes a war within the CIA. It rages with the requisite plot twists and intrigue for three days, hence, the title.

If you remember that you're OLD.

If you're old, then 3 days straight of ANYTHING is exhausting. Well, last week I experienced what I call Three Days of the Porpoise and it was - in fact - exhausting.

Pretty much I blew off - I mean...had higher priority commitments than...my workout. Thanks to the Motivating Maggot that is Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, I decided to get my three days in the pool consecutively, as opposed to the Monday, Wednesday, Friday routine prescribed by my Coach.

You know what? It wasn't a good idea.

You know what else? I somehow managed to be repeating that bad idea this week.

This is SUCH a bad idea actually, that the resulting delirium has me wondering if I'm not transcribing this brilliant post from the bottom of the pool right now. You know, due to some "rapture of the deep" state induced by the exhaustion....

By the way...you know how pools - particularly indoor pools - smell suffocatingly like chlorine? That's just to mask the fact that at the bottom? It smells suffocatingly like feet.

...and ass.


Assuming I float to the surface, am subsequently dragged out of the pool with giant shepard's crook and revived....I'll be hitting the Al Quaida produced Total Gym tonight.

Then, I'll probably hit the booze.