En route to the lake for a morning swim today, my girls commented about how they couldn’t believe I put on my wetsuit in the port-o- potty. I apologize for not being clearer. In no way did I change in the poop chamber. I stood on a grassy knoll in front of thousands of people and wiggled and stretched my way into the wetsuit I lovingly call Michelin.
p.s. we found no parking at the lake so in dedicated athlete fashion, we went to breakfast instead.