You may or may not have noticed that my most positive, sarcasm-free posts are all related to swimming - not running. I realize this is blasphemy on a running blog, but, to make it crystal clear, I Love Swimming. I love swimming like I love chocolate - swimming is milk chocolate (my one true love) and running is dark chocolate (calculated and controlled). I love swimming like I love the smell of gasoline, like the feeling of clean sheets (Egyptian cotton, 500+ thread count) after a nighttime shower. I love swimming like I love my faithful Mr. Quackers nightie.
Jax Teller with short hair, or in that fight scene in Ireland. I love swimming like I love Scarlett O'Hara and her forbidden love for Rhett Butler, or like Jon Bon singing Livin' On a Prayer in his leather pants. But, most of all, I love swimming like I love my husband.