Today's run included an unexpected detour to the bottom of Lake Norman. I ran the Davidson landing route, which consists of a semi loop around the aforementioned lake through the connected backyards of the waterfront houses. It's May in Davidson, which means it's hot during midday. Not Texas hot, but hot enough to run shirtless, sweat admirably, and desire to immerse oneself into natural bodies of water. At the spot of choice I kicked off my socks, shoes, and as I was wearing glasses I kicked them off as well. I jumped in. Marvelous.

As I was lacing up my shoes and taking off again, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and contentedly wet, I shook my head violently in order to somewhat dewet my hair. Brilliant. Off went the glasses over the dock into about 9 or 10 feet of murky lake water. I contemplated my predicament and quickly realized that no, I could not afford new ones and, no, I would not just wear contacts until I could afford new ones.

I entered the lake from the shore, some 25 feet away from the target, hoping in vain that I would come upon them without any water over my head. Once I reached the target I went under and discovered the approximate distance from the surface to the lake bottom, half defeated, half incredulous, and half excited for the obvious adventure of the day. I proceeded to methodically check around the target spot by sinking to the bottom and feeling around in sweeping motions with my feet. After about 5 minutes of this I brushed up on what could be glasses, grabbed at the spot with my hand, and resurfaced with my Ralph Lauren Chaps, aged 3.45 years. If my glasses could speak English, they would have described my facial expression as triumphant.