:)

The swim coach was at the pool today. We ended up…racing is not the right word, not really. Keeping up with each other is more accurate. For about 200 meters. Maybe 300, in which case I swam further than I think I did, but I think it was 200. Anyway, he doesn’t do flip-turns, or he’d have totally left me in the dust, but as it was, we stayed neck and neck for the whole stretch. And he reached the end of his set right before I crapped out, which relieved me greatly. Because I couldn’t have let myself crap out, even if I was heaving for air and getting numb of leg and arm. :) So I had a great swim this morning, and later he said thanks for the race. :)

Our trip to Dublin yesterday was remarkably successful. We dropped off bookmarks for Pádraig, saw Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, which was *way* the hell better than I expected it to be, plus had partly, half, or entirely naked Michael Sheen on screen for nearly the entire film, making it a win on many levels, and I got new shoes at the second store we tried. This is a miracle of Jericho proportions, in my experience, so I am very pleased. I do, however, really need to find or buy the higher-quality insoles to put in them, because my feet are aching despite having new shoes. (Hopefully it’s just the insoles, and not that I’ve bought shoes slightly too large.)

*laughs*! Ted just got back from the gym. I went earlier than he did, and apparently he got heckled for being late when he arrived. :) “Herself’s been and gone,” they told him. *laughs and LAUGHS* :)

Off to write. I really shouldn’t stop at the internet before going to work. Perhaps next week I won’t.

ytd wordcount: 22,600
miles to Dunharrow: 163.8
ytd km swum: 7.1