What was this little companion, you ask, that made me doubly wish I was back on the track instead of ungracefully swallowing mouthfuls of water as I attempted to breathe?
Yep, floating around under my lane was a lonely little band-aid. But, lonely no more, since I was getting nice and close to it. Every. Lap.
I'm not sure if each week this band-aid has been a different guy or the same guy. I'm not sure which thought is worse - poor vacuuming by the pool staff, or numerous people who think sharing their band-aid with the next swimmer is appropriate pool etiquette.
And did I mention I swallow a lot of water when I swim?
I will take a shoe full of a stranger's gum over a mouth full of someone else's band-aid any day!
How did my running go, you ask? I know this is a blog about running...but I'm still stuck on the floating band-aid. Or rather, should I say it's still stuck on me?
