March 8, and it sucks only a tiny bit less

Posting this Tuesday (and taking a break in the end-of-life-in-Rancho-Mirage posts) to tell you that on Monday, May 8, I made it into the pool.  Twice in one month.  Wow.  Pathetic.

The swim was slightly less pathetic.  A half hour, 1850 yards.  So I made it to a mile.  Better than zero, as Conrad and I tell each other.  But yeah.

My hope is that, come fall, I can manipulate my schedule a little better so that I can get to the pool more than once a week!