I swam tonight, 2050 meters, a mile and a quarter. I showered, came home. As I sit here, with ice on my aching muscle, drinking a cup of hot tea, I contemplate what it means to be happy. All I can think is that the love of family and friends is of paramount importance. I love them. They love me.
After a longish workout, there is always that endorphin release. Losing time in the pool, means the endurance level is not quite where it needs to be, until tonight.
Sex is merely a remote thought.
Is it nice to think of or does it feel bad to think of it? (Sex)
Sometimes it’s nice to remember. Other times it’s frustrating.
I can understand that. I’m sorry.