Friday in Portland was surprisingly sunny out–which is always a good thing for me because it means the gym isn’t as crowded. After swimming, Michael and I went to our friend’s house for dinner. She was making chicken enchiladas (yum!). Who am I to pass...
Tag: swimming
I saw my ghost at the pool last night. She was a bit heavier than I used to be but she was there swimming. Just like I did way back when. She had a similar suit as I had– the kind with a skirt attached...