After the pool I usually walk around the track, one time only, so far. I soon run out of wind. When swimming I rest after a minute or so. I probably could do the same at the track but I am in a hurry to get to a coffee shop. It has been an hour or two since I left the Jefferson Corner Liars Club.
prune picker
This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
The old swimming hole.
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