Teach you to dogpaddle with cinderblock bracelets

Well, I finally made it to the Rec after five weeks of putting it off using my tried and true method of rationalization. Weights and swimming, though, of course, not simulataneously. I've started and subsequently failed a regular work-out routine so many times that my enthusiasm is tempered, but it *fingers crossed* feels right this time. I'm not going to let lowered expectations stop me, not this time. I felt so good about it that I finally went out and saw Batman Begins. Yes the movie is totally fucking sweet, and I probably don't have to tell you that. Also, I am not the most unbiased source of info on things concerning the Dark Knight. But, regardless, life dropped me a little note to tell me I was doing O.K. today, a little pat on the back and a "Keep it up, kiddo". I went in to sit down, and right there in the little nook where the arm comes down was a small purple lighter. The kind the fits perfectly in the lighter-holder that I emptied for some guy or lady who needed to "light their stove" at 3:30 in the morning. It's even more than halfway full. I know it was great that I went to the rec anyway, but life popping its head in for a sec, even forgiving my less-than-desirable habit, even if just for right now, makes a guy feel pretty fucking sweet.