2 weeks out from 8 Bridges!! I took my miserable, sore, impinged shoulders to Ohio St late this afternoon for a change of scenery.
The water was much warmer than it had been at The Point the previous day, measuring about 67 in the ankle deep bit by the shore.
That wasn’t the only difference though. After a few strokes I felt something tangled around my fingers. It felt like a long hair in the pool.
It wasn’t hair.
it was weed. But it felt like hair. Yuk.
After 3 miles I was covered in it. It was wrapped around my neck and in my suit.
Long, beautiful hair. Now I’m hairy high and low. Don’t ask me why…give me down to there hair. Let if fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees.