Fic update

New little ficlet of the PWP variety. Something I finished at <snerk> work yesterday. An acrostic fic, so all the letters of the first paragraphs spell out the title.

Rubber

I swam today.

I'd feel all accomplished and stuff, it it weren't... but I do - I went down to the IMA, and got my membership and my locker, and get this, Adams fans - a towel.

I didn't swim very long - half hour, tops, after all that bureaucratic mess, and this isn't fitting in the locker, is it, where the hell is the pool hiding and then.

Cerulean.

I'm not up to that mindless stroke where I can just turn my body on and let my brain go in several different directions. It's been a while, so today I concentrated on my strokes and my breathing, and I apparently haven't lost all coordination, because, damn, I can still move through the water.

Didn't try a butterfly stroke, though that's on the agenda, for when I have the stamina to maintain it for more than three strokes. When I got out I was all rubbery with that lovely exhaustion, and none of the icky sticky sweat that running or walking brings on. So of course, instead of heading for the nearest, easy bus stop, I walked all the way uphill, and across campus to the 70 stop. I bitched to myself the entire flight of stairs up - it's a serious hill, but it was kind of fun (she says, now ensconced in her chair and not wanting to move upstairs for dinner, even).

And I have another date with the pool tomorrow.