Friday, December 21, 2018
Thursday, December 20, 2018
A Holiday Poem
A rather taxing workout last night.
What a deep, aquatic, yule tide delight
to suffer en masse through 400's, that's right,
with flipturns fast and streamlines so tight
all those we'll soon swim shall shudder in fright.
Pain is merely weakness in flight.
(a work in progress)
Monday, December 17, 2018
Sunday, December 16, 2018
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