I used to be a competitive swimmer. I jokingly called myself King of the B-Heat--I couldn't get above ninth place, but I consistently got ninth place. I preferred breaststroke and backstroke, then butterfly, and then, if I had to, freestyle. And until about ninth grade, I swam in programs and clubs during the summer. I … Continue reading 600 Meters? Yards?
I suppose I should start this with a true and necessary disclaimer--I don't care about other people's bodies. No, that's not true: I care about other people's bodies in that I want them to be safe, nourished, and cared for; I don't care what they look like, or what shape they are or are not … Continue reading Weight? Weight. Don’t Tell Me.