My blog buddy, Duffylou, suggested that I take up swimming until my back is better. Who knew? Really? You can use the pool for exercise? It's not just for sitting beside, drinking Crangelas and reading magazines?
What?
Shocking.
I swam twenty laps this morning as fast as I could. I was out of breath. I was sweating. Yes, sweating. In the pool. Shut up. It happens.
I'm no Michael Phelps, but it was a good workout. Of course, if I were Michael Phelps, I could eat 12,000 calories a day and have a perfect physique. So now I have that unattainable goal...
I do nut know, Zoe. Go bacque to zee sleepeeng. Ze Muhzur. She rambles sometimes.
Duffylou is a genius. But she's had chronic back troubles, so maybe it's expertise. Because my back? Feels pretty good.
My spirits? Are much better.
