I went to the doctor today, and when she pulled the paper drape off my legs the first thing out of her mouth was, "Are you a swimmer?" It was spooky. Apparently the thigh muscles look different in swimmers than in the rest of the population - more defined or something. Actually, though, I've been getting leg compliments my whole life anyway, starting with my grandmother when I was about a year old and ending with Renate (last year's roomie) and this doctor yesterday. Still, I guess that's one of the better things to like about your body, and really, I was quite flattered. Of course, that was before she jammed the piece of greased-up hunk of plastic someplace it should never have been... but I'll take what I can get.