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I'm the only person I can think of who picks a 13C December morning to re-commit to swimming. My right shoulder feels a little pulled, probably from the breaststroke exercises -- like most people, I'm weaker on my left side -- but it felt absolutely wonderful to put in what I *knew* was a great workout even while it was happening. I'll just have to remember to work on my left side a bit to even them out.

I climbed out and felt just the right amount of smackdown from carrying my own weight again. I hadn't pushed myself so hard that I had no energy left, nor taken it too easy. Five hours later, I'm still radiating heat from muscles I'd forgotten I had, and I'll definitely be sore tomorrow. Whatever; I remember now why I didn't mind waking up at 5 AM every weekday for the chance to swim a mile before my academic classes started.

I have homework to do, and a test on Monday. Y'all have no idea just how weird that is.