I'm sitting in one of the campus libraries, killing time until 16:00... I didn't see any point in going home. I had my normal Wednesday regime, plus an out-of-class linguistics quiz (perfect score, yeah!), and in an hour and a half, I have my first physical therapy appointment. I'm not sure there's all that much they can do with such an old problem, but it's free and can't hurt. At least now I can say I tried.
Actually, maybe I should make them extend that massage to the rest of my body. I went and swam with the Masters team (the group R coaches) again last night, and this time I swam 3000 meters. You can tell she's an Olympian - jots down individual workouts for every level like it's nothing. She knows exactly how much we can do and how fast we can do it, almost right down to the second. I like seeing that other side of her - normally, all I see is my friend, lounging around the living room with me, watching the WB and talking about everything under the sun (including making comments about other people in Dutch/Afrikaans when the mood arises - we can understand each other fairly well). She very rarely talks about swimming at all. So this 'professional' R is new to me. But still pretty cool.
Anyway, the point of that ramble was that I did 3000 meters last night without really thinking about the fact that I had to get up early this morning and go swim for my class, too. So K, the instructor, divided up the pool, with one lane for each of the 3 strokes our class has done, told everyone to go to the lane for the stroke they needed the most work on... then sent me and four others down to the last lane to do a 2000-meter workout (including some butterfly, yay!). Which made my shoulders burn at first, but it got better. But I have now swum 5000 meters in the last 18 hours... yeah, a bit much, that. I messed up my left shoulder/arm a little bit in the process, too. Oh well, I'll live.
Oh, and I finally got a babysitting job in Gainesville - tonight, for E, one of the babies I take care of at ACA. She's about eight months old, and she used to be so cute - you had only to LOOK at her and she would break into an face-splitting grin. But lately she seems to be going through a stage - she screams a lot for no reason at all, and wants to be held all the time. Lucky me. Oh well, she was better yesterday, so we'll see.
Hmm, still an hour and 15 minutes, and I've already done everything I can think of to do on the computer. Maybe I'll have to give in and go do some work on that 3201 project... can I get a BAH, anyone?