Saturday, August 28, 2004


I swam a thousand meters today.

For a skilled swimmer, a thousand meters barely qualifies as a warmup. I am not skilled. I felt like slathering myself in lanolin and petroleum jelly and hiring a boat to follow me. The water felt soothing, though, as it always does. Swimming is exhausting, but in a particularly sneaky way, so everything felt great while I was working out. Then I climbed up the pool ladder and felt the weight of a hundred failed revolutions.

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