Éirinn go Brách

I'll take the news that Guinness is actually good for you as the best of the day.

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I'm almost there on my quest to swim a mile. My stroke is still horrible, but I was only 300 yards shy of a mile yesterday. I might have been able to do it, but my goggles had completely fogged up and I decided to stop. I think it was all the great fuel I had in me.

Slosh

I'm one of the world's worst swimmers. Despite my long limbs and reasonable aerobic capacity, I'm the anti-Phelps. Since I can't run, I've been swimming a lot more and I'm making slow, painful progress. Once in a while, I get something right and I start to think about other stuff while I'm swimming and it feels easy. Then I get tired and start thinking about my stroke again and it all falls apart.

My goal this winter is to be able to swim a mile without stopping. It doesn't have to be fast (and it won't be), but that would put me in a sort of swimming elite - if I were a Boy Scout, I'd even be able to earn a badge.

Ick

I've got a summer cold. Right now, it is a seriously sore throat and some slight pain in my sinuses. I can't swallow without feeling like I'm choking down a quantity of hot coal dust. Not having a kitchen doesn't help since I can't make myself hot beverages to soothe the beast. Ugh.