Gold Medal, please? Thank you.

I went swimming this morning -- the third day in a row after months and months of not swimming consistently.

I'm not a fast swimmer, really -- and my form isn't the best. And I cant flip turn because I split my toe open that one time and now I'm afraid.

But the little old people in the hot tub thought I was fan-tast-ic anyway.

"Do you swim competitively?"

Um, no.

"Are you the girl who has gone to the Olympics?"

HA! No.

I think those little old people were planted to make me feel good about myself. I mean, "where's your gold medal?" is so much better than "are you pregnant?"