Urban swimming

Two times a week Ziena and I go swimming for an hour after work, which is always very refreshing. Today it was more of a lifesafer, since my day couldn't have gone worse. Well, actually, of course it could have, I could have gotten fires or killed or whatever, but still. It's been a very long day at work, interesting, but long. I never go into office details to maintain somewhat anoniminity, but let's just say sometimes everyone wants the opposite thing of what the others want, and they all want you to solve their problem for them. That pretty much sums up my day.

So, I was very happy Ziena and I cancelled our swimming date yesterday in favour of getting a drink downtown, and rescheduled for today (and tomorrow, to keep up with two times a week). Ziena and I use our swimming time (which we, for some reason, call Urban Swimming), for gossiping and complaining about basically everything, which is the perfect way to sound off after a hard day.

The only bad thing is, I was kinda hoping this swimming (we're doing it regurlarly for about 10 weeks now) would give me somewhat of a sixpack or at least a little bit bigger arms, but none of it... I guess really big arms wouldn't fit me anyway, since I've got a tattoo there that would probably get horribly misformed, but just a little bigger would be welcome. I took it I could use swimming as a substitute for going to the gym (I'm probably the only gay guy in the world who absolutely loads the gym) but I guess I'm having no such luck. At least it keeps me from not getting really fat (a big risk since I quit smoking 8 weeks ago), so there's one good thing!