My old swim suit, which I'd had for years, and don't remember how I got it in the first place, had as much viable elastic as the flat top sheet of a bed. I bought a new one, one that fit and fit fine when I tried it on at home, fresh out of the packaging.
I went to the swimming pool today. It had been a while, and of course I go take a swim class when the weather is nice and sunny, instead of yesterday, when it would have made more sense to be exercising indoors.
As it had been a while since I was last in the pool, my lymph system kicked in overtime, so halfway into the class I need to use the restroom. The suit is a one piece, so yes, the whole thing has to be removed and then put back on. The suit was water-soaked, there was the friction (suction?) between the suit and my skin, and the elastic was brand-new; getting it back on was like trying to fit a full-size fitted sheet on a queen-size bed. Success, finally, but I still needed the buoyancy of the swimming pool water to get everything in place.
That was in the morning. In the afternoon, a celebratory walk at Miller's Landing and Mill A Loop (the "real" name for the trail).
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