I went to LA Fitness yesterday, because everyone at the house was planning to watch 300. Which, as I have been told by every friend of mine that has gone to see it, I SHOULD NOT WATCH. Bloody. So I figured I'd hit the gym and swim instead.
My intention was just to lap swim with no real goal, but I decided to go for it as soon as I started swimming and see if I could do all 23 laps. It's a good thing I'm really good at counting my own laps, a practice I perfected on swim team when nobody else was able to keep up with how many sets we'd done, so they just asked me. My goggles were a little too tight, and they started killing me by lap three, which wasn't promising, but I figured, GOTTA TOUGH IT OUT. IT'S A THING OFF THE LIST.
By the last 100 yards, I was ready to die, mostly because of my goggles but a little bit because my arms were just freaking tired. When I finished and took my cap and goggles off, it felt like all the blood was rushing back into my face, and my cheeks were tingling for forty-five minutes afterwards.
BUT I DID IT. IT'S DONE. CHECK AND CHECK.
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