Breaking the fast

"I don't know if it'll make any change. But I guess it's time I started playing ball."

Back to the pool I went. There's a thermometer high on the wall above the five-lane pool at Half-Acre Gymnasium. I still haven't figured out if it's the air temperature or the water temperature but it read 82 degrees. Neither one would surprise me, and I now know a bottle full of frigid water is mandatory to keep me from overheating. When I took off my cap (yes, I'm about four months clear of my last haircut) the water trapped inside felt like soup as it tumbled down my neck.

Anyway, I stumbled through 2,000 yards, missed about three flip turns, and probably stared a millisecond too long at the babe in the lane next to mine. Some things never change.