Wow. That didn’t throw you? Good. Because I’m pretty sure my third paragraph will.
I swam a mile before work yesterday at one of DC’s public pools. A local high school swim team was there practicing as well, which always brings back fond memories of my own high school days… even though I was a diver an couldn’t be PAID to swim laps at that point in life. (Probably because of my preternaturally high metabolism.) I digress.
So what is memorable about yesterday’s swim is this: the bloody footprints leading into (and around) the locker room.
