Summer Time!
So once I'd recovered from whatever it was that had me coughing for days, I got to the pool as gleefully as I could manage. I knew I should start slow, and I did — 30 laps, then 40, then 50. But work got busy, and I found myself driving back and forth to L.A. several times. Too much, too fast, apparently — because two weeks later, I crashed again. Exhausted. Achy. Done.