I felt as if a lightning bolt struck me this morning. The weather begins to turn toward spring, and I get a call from my friendly Pool Supply and Repair store asking if I want to book my pool opening with their staff.
- Yes I want two high school kids to open my pool while I supervise from the grill on the deck
- Holy shit, I’ve got a baby to give swim lessons!
I was a swimmer my entire childhood and I still enjoy getting in a pool, lake or ocean whenever I get the opportunity. I want to share my confidence (overconfidence) in the water with #Chuck.
Then I got my final butt puckering revelation…
I need to get my fat ass in shape if I’m going to take the baby to a nice heated pool for parent/baby swim classes.
My workouts suffered significantly since #Chuck came into this world. Even though I started plodding along the country roads near my house the past few weeks, this body is certainly not ready for beach season or the wandering eyes of other parents. I’m not trying to impress anyone, just trying to protect my own fragile psyche.
Queue the Rocky IV soundtrack, the #dadbod stops here. Better go feed the machine just to make sure I’ve got plenty of energy. Goldfish crackers are good carbs, right?
Ben Sloot 
Leave a comment