Oops. I should be working again by now, but I’m going to make a post anyway. :) Just got back from swimming, and for some reason, about 1350 yards into the workout, I suddenly decided I needed to start *kicking*, for Christ’s sake.
I so totally blew through that last 750 yards. It rocked. My strength is in my legs, and it’s easy easy easy to be lazy with them when I don’t have a coach yelling at me or somebody to compete against in my lane or the lane next to me. I mean, even at my laziest I kick harder than most people do, but actually putting some thought/concentration into it was all BRRRRNEEEEROOOOOOW! *Major* propulsion. It *totally* rocked. NEEEEEEEEEEROW!
I now feel bright and insanely perky. You may all hate me.
Wow. Hungry. And I already ate lunch. o.o WATER!
ytd yards swum: 20,200
miles to Hobbiton: 230.8
You go, Catie!
I can totally hear you making the noises. :)
Oh, and BTW, I successfully impelled one of my friends who doesn’t even know you to read _Urban Shaman_. She posted a short opinion on her livejournal, user: ashcake
:)
Yay for getting people I don’t even know to read the book! :)