September 10, 2004
Last time I went swimming I wound up splitting a lane with a young kid. Couldn't have been more than eight years old. I asked her mom/coach/whatever and was told she'd been swimming for four years.
That little girl kicked my ass up and down the pool. You know in the cartoons where their legs just kinda spin in circles and they skim across the surface? It seemed kinda like that. She was still going when I left.
When I got in that pool I was 27. Now, I think I'm more like 60.
In other news: Good luck to my loyal reader(s) in Florida, as Ivan's shaping up to deliver the tail end of a triple-bitch-slap early next week. Hope everyone comes through it OK.