Swim: 600 meters
I’m reverting to my old blogging format just to get the boring exercise stats out of the way, not because I am training for anything. Don’t hold your breath! But I’m glad I finally got to the pool this morning. My lane-mate was shockingly rude and unfriendly—SO sorry you have to experience the sight of another human every 90 seconds or so!—but it was nice to be swimming outside, and I had fun chatting with Michael’s former swim coach and another swim-team friend who is back in town for a few weeks.
That 90-seconds thing wasn’t a typo, by the way. I know swimming is likely to wipe me out for the day if I don’t eeeeease into it, so I was just doing 50s with a very long break after each one. Even so, I was dizzy when I got out of the pool and am afraid my arms are going to be rubber later.
But I feel pretty chipper, motivated to work, and motivated to cook the things that need to be cooked if I’m planning to eat for the next few days.
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