To celebrate Easter, we (Ann, Jeff and me) did our now annual Lake Washington swim at Madison Beach. Let's just say that the amount of time spent getting into swimming gear was disproportionate to the time we actually swam.

We waded in -- a bit smug in our booties and decided to swim past the first dock and then back. Then we went in a bit deeper and the water hit our zippers and we re-visited our goal and decided to swim to the bird (on top of the white marker) and back. Then we put our face and hands into the water and it was pretty much all over from there. There is something very disconcerting about the feeling of a million little icicles piercing one's face and hands. We all turned back and Ann announced that that we may have been in the water for 2 whole minutes. Good enough. After all, the intent was to make this the benchmark for the rest of the open swim season (subsequent swims will never be as bad as Easter...) and I believe we achieved it.

Our recovery breakfast (and Bloody Mary's) was also disproportionate to the amount of calories burned although I do contend that we did burn a lot just trying to keep our vital organs from stopping...