BACK ON THE WAGON.

Yesterday my friend Tom was like, "so I've been meaning to ask you, on your gmail status it says '3300.' Is that some sort of distance?"

I said, "yes, that's what I swam the last time I was in shape, which was about three weeks ago."

Tom said, "so, a little over half a mile?"

And I said, "no actually, just under two miles."

And then I felt sad because I'm positive I couldn't do that right now.

So.

I am going to Masters practice tonight, despite the fact that it is like 25 degrees--I will be bundled up like a dumpling, waddling through the icy wind to the Y. All in the name of fitness.