The sun burned hot in the sky. The water looked cool and refreshing, conveniently nestled in the shade of the building. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself. In all my excitement it slipped my mind to do some stretches, a little warm-up wouldn't hurt, it would prevent the hurt (God knows how little I exercise, if I ever do.)
I dove in, cutting through the water, my own momentum pushing me forward, surfacing a couple of meters ahead. As I prepped myself for some freestyle action, hands purposefully slicing in the water and pulling me forward, I realised something. Something both wonderful and dreadful. Wonderful: I had lost some of the weight I intended to lose. Dreadful: My shorts were half way down my ass. Great.
I stopped, pulled up my shorts and continued on. Stopping at each end of the pool to pull my shorts up. I was not the most poised of swimmers but I was getting the job done. 45 minutes worth of swimming, pulling up shorts and swimming some more, I decided to call it a day. I emerged in all my splendour and glory from the water. You would think that I would have forgotten the looseness of my shorts and they would fall all the way down as I hoisted myself out. A-ha! I have you there, I didn't. It was now that I realised the back part of my shorts are white. Yayyyyy. Pants clinging to my ass, I shamelessly sashay around the pool for a couple of minutes, having a smoke. I'm sorry if you had to witness that.
So, verdict: I need new, fitting, non-white board shorts.
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