I finally got into the pool Thursday night. I went in after 6:30 and there was an old man in there. He was the best swimmer I have seen in that pool besides me. I counted his strokes and he takes 18 per 25 yards. I take 19. He was about my speed and about my age. When he got out, I stopped and spoke to him. His name is Allen G _______. I forgot the last name already. He talked like a Yankee, and I bet he swam in college.
When I got home, I watched TV and hung out with the cats. I needed a short run and some time in the gym. But my fatigue level was high. I just chilled. Thank you, Jesus, for a chance to rest.
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