Zombies at the Y

I've been found out. The Womanizer heard about my blog and wanted to know what his pool name was, so I told him.

When asked, I told him the tag was because he was cut and cute (of course, I was trying not to look mortified at the same time; good thing I was still flushed from a spinning trip with my new blond boyfriend). But he wants a new name! OK OK so from now on, since I Have the Power, he will forevermore be The Incredible Hunk. He usually ends up swimming with Wonder Woman. I'm glad we have superpowers at the Y.

This is why: I think Poison Ivy is a zombie. She caught me in the locker room this morning. I quickly looked around for a weapon of some sort, something I could use to defend myself. All I had in my little yellow bag was a comb, lip gloss, weight lifting gloves, extra hair thingies and some chewing gum. NOTE: Never trust anyone who has to turn their whole body to look at you.

The weather has been shit all week - raining, or windy, or both. I got caught in the rain on Monday night, out at the Crossings trying to get in a run since I was dead tired that morning and stayed in bed. But I remembered my Monte Python and the killer rabbit. Run Away! Run Away! I picked up the pace. I was soaked at the end, but safe. And I feel better now if I DO run into more zombies at the Y that I can get away, or get a superpower to help out.

If turn up the volume on my shuffle I can also hope the zombies simply lurch away instead of eating my librarian brains for morning snack. I would probably deserve it.