Back to the Routine. Finally.

Back to the Routine. Finally.

For the last two days I have missed my swim and it messed up my evenings. Today I finally got back to the water and got in my daily mile. It was a greatly refreshing experience.

Not only did I get to go swimming I clocked my best time ever: 33 min. for a mile of not-quite-breaststroke. This may not be that great compared to what a swim teamer could do but it’s sure an improvement over my swimming a month ago.

Anyhow, as usual during swimming, I got somewhere between 15 and 57 great ideas for blog posts, almost all of which I forgot on the walk home. Unusually, I actually remembered a few. They don’t seem as great an idea as the did an hour ago but here are a few of the random ideas that popped into my head:

The narrative about me running a six-minute mile could be hilarious if I wanted it to be.

I could attempt to start a national campaign to boycott Earth Day. The campaign would consist of me and anyone I could convince to hold a protest sign on April 22nd and/or spam their friends and acquaintances. I figured out the design of my protest sign and decided that if I could get a group of buddies we could protest out side a post office or some other frequently frequented place.

I could create the Rabenstrange Foundation, which would then sponsor a scientific study to explore how becoming rich affected an average teen. I would selflessly offer up myself as a test subject, disregarding all danger and then try to get people to send me money as “research”.

Another idea was to start my own bi-millennial magazine. I would appoint myself as the sole editor and then have the “editing staff” elect me as the “Most Eligible Bachelor We Know” the award would be completed by a poster in the middle showing me laying on the couch reading a book. I would fill the mag with adds from the “Boycott Earth Day Campaign”, “The Rabenstrange Foundation” and articles about duck tape fashions, and my own rendition of Savage Gear. I would then put up a link to buy the magazine for a few bucks an issue. If I actually got enough buyers I would actually write the articles and take the pics, and print them off at work. Oh, the perks of employment at a print shop.

I could also start actively seeking applicants for my Dictatorial Assistance group.

Looking back, all of the ideas sound pretty silly instead of funny like I imagined them while swimming.