It is becoming apparent that I wasted countless summer hours in my youth waiting for my food to adequately digest so that I could go back in swimming. An easy google search produces ample evidence that this is a conspiracy that has been perpetrated by parents throughout the centuries. Plus, on Friday night after consuming a hot dog, a hamburger and an ice cream sandwich, I went in swimming after probably 15 minutes and have felt great ever since.
June 23, 2009
30 Minutes After Swimming