Sundays are usually for a workout and then coffee, for a dozen years that workout being a run and the coffee being a brew from the café in the rec centre. But occasionally there is a Sunday when that workout doesn't work out and the coffee is a little more solo. The crew had been racing the evening before, running the night race, and I was at home nursing and back-to-still-hurting knee. And Sunday morning the plan was to zip across town for a day at the comic book expo. So I swam (early), took my coffee to go, and met a few of the stragglers in the parking lot for five minutes as they were setting out on their workout run.
SWOLF (swimming only)