My friend Bry "helpfully" stretching out my hamstring.
Here are some observations and ponderings from after I went swimming last week:
The youth sucked out of it by Spring Break and the early morning hour.
Our faces and bodies bare.
Eyes resting on uncovered bags.
Skin has lost its blush.
Still, all the laps, weights, reps, and stretches preserving most of us pretty well.
After we're all modestly wrapped back up in fabric,
With our faces back "on" and our bags safely hidden under foundations or powders,
I am always left to wonder:
How would my 25 year old self feel seeing my 45 year old self so exposed?
Would I be disappointed or proud of what we had become?