Clydesdale...

Yep, it is true...I am officailly a big ass Clydesdale Cat 5 wanna be racer. But we, as a family, have joined the YMCA as of yesterday...I can already feel the fat dropping of my big ole new found Southern ass (Terri's cooking is so good and BEER is even BETTER)...It does take a hell of a man to hold onto your 10 month old while walking around the track above the ball court all the while trying to keep up with your wife-Terri, son Tanner (hurry up dad and don't drop Jackson), and Charlee Ann (daughter-why are you so slow dad) around the track...but hell...I am at least moving while carying an extra 25 pounds...on my arm...not my gut...okay maybe my gut...

From the track we decided to hit the pool for a few laps (no Speedo's...But one Sponge Bob swim Suit)...and Jackson and I tried to keep up with the rest of the gang. He was a big fan of the water (albeit quite cold) and especially the female lifeguard. That is my boy! We had great fun! I was even able to get in a few laps by myself. (I must say that I used to be quite the man in the water, just not tonight). Yes I will brag! The only A I had at Mizzou was the Water Safey Instructor Class. This was really a cool class, seriously...the instructor was the old flame of the Original "Tarzan" Johny Wiessmuller! I shit you not! They were old Olympic swimmers together. And out of the 35 students in the class, there where only two "A's"(me one of them...the rest where all D's...she was hard core. ) The even wilder part of the class was that the pool's bottom and sides were all tiled in a deep green color...think about it....standing atop the diving board at 8 feet above water level looking below into a pool that is essentially non-visual below the surface...kind oflike jumping into a pond without knowing what is below....

Anyway...as my Granny Hazel is so fond of saying,

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