No Way You're Never Gonna Shake Me

The past week has been a reminder of what summer feels like--especially what it's like to be surrounded by the very same friends my six year-old self (and in one special case, my twelve year-old self) met in the classrooms, on the playgrounds and in the lunchrooms of Willard Elementary and George Washington Middle School. I'm still amazed at my foresight--and my luck (see the video below for exhibit A).



Yeah. Incriminating, but somehow necessary--and that was just a teensy portion of the ride home from our weekend getaway. I couldn't have asked for a better two days.

I love you girls. There's so much to say, but my words come up embarrassingly short. As the wise Mariah Carey once said, you're never gonna shake me. We'll be friends 'til we're dancing around with our walkers.

So...clearly, this post has nothing to do with swimming or running or anything of the sort. Plenty of time for that. Back to Boston tomorrow and onto the next thing: third year. Yikes.

In the Meantime...

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/17/health/17organ.html?hp

T-7 days to freedom. Hallelujah.

Lessons

Here are some things I've learned since I started swimming:

1. Only amateurs use the ladder. [Same goes for the swimsuit dryer thinger, but use it anyway, because it's awesome.]
2. Just because you're not sweating doesn't mean you won't want to eat the entire contents of your refrigerator when you get home.
3. Bob the Ridiculously Energetic Spinning Teacher swims. And goes out to lunch. And teaches spin class...all while wearing the same two-piece spandex suit!