Last Sunday I went swimming. After I was finished laps in the sun touched waters of the Gustavus pool, I returned the goggles that I used from the lost and found, and headed to the sauna.
I perch myself on the top bench, fill my lungs with hot, dry, woody air and began to shut my eyses, when a friendly voice interuppts my thoughts.
"Was that you out there doing the butterfly?"
Startled but not enough to show it, I pleasantly reply,
"Yeah that was me TRYING to do the butterfly out there."
Turns out this older man seated to my left who would make an excellent double for Einstein is a calc professor.
I promptly introduce myself as a math-a-phibic.
As the conversation continues, another man enters the heat.
He is tall. He looks very fit.
"You must play basketball huh?" I ask him.
His head slowly turns back and his eyes make contact with mine as he says.
"I'm the mens basketball coach...you haven't been to many games have you."
I swallow then smile. "I've been to a few."
Wow. The mens basketball coach, a calc professor and me, sitting and sweating in the sauna.
What a life here on the hill.
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