Thursday, June 9, 2011

Moments of sweet, sweet heaven.

I showed up early to Boot Camp this morning -- which was most definitely a first. (You can talk to my dad about how much of a morning person I am.)

But as I walked up and noticed I was the first one there (even before my coach!), I was immediately transported to my junior year in high school.

I had morning swim practice every weekday at 5:30am.  And I can't remember a sweeter feeling than pulling up and seeing the clock said 5:25am.  That meant I had exactly 4 more minutes to lean my seat back and close my eyes.


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