update

The unhappy triad and I went swimming yesterday for the first time. I think I only swam a kilometer, and of that maybe 200 was breast stroke. I'd been pretty worried about the movement, because of all the stress it puts on my healed MCL, not to mention the never-going-to-heal ACL. I have been practicing the movement during my fake-me-out pilates sessions on my bedroom floor, but that doesn't help with the fact that air has a lot less resistance than water. 7 months out, I'll say I can (and hopefully will get off my lazy ass and) swim.


I'm listening to:
Death Cab for a Cutie- Plans
blah blah someday I will be loved blah blah.