My husband, Tim, swam with me this morning. I know that 72 laps together in a public pool is not exactly “date night,” but I’ll take it. After dropping off the kids, we drove over the Golden Gate Bridge into San Francisco. Found a prime parking space, too, which rarely happens in the city, so you know the morning was charmed.

It’s Week Three for me back swimming and I feel like a million bucks. My shoulders are more relaxed; my back less tense; and my hands, often cramped from typing, feel like they’ve been massaged. Even my brain is calmer. There’s nothing like the isolation tank that is water to help one reconnect with deep thoughts. (more…)

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