Brecksville Recreation Center kicks everyone out of the pool if they hear thunder. What? Thunder? In Cleveland? In March? Yes. And not just once this week. But TWICE. Remember who I am. Disaster magnet strikes again.
So what's an obsessive-compulsive athlete to do when she is cut off in mid-swim? Well... nowadays... laugh. Then take a shower, go tell Jim (my husband who is in the midst of his workout), blog it, and regroup. There's always the rubber-band workout at home. But most importantly, live and learn: from now on, always pack clothes for a weight workout. Rain or shine. Afterall, this IS Cleveland, folks.