This morning, I went for a pathetic, red-faced yog. I’m 98.5% sure I passed Mischa Barton. That is all.
Swimming is one of my favorite things, yet somehow it took me almost two semesters to muster up the courage to swim at Palladium. I don’t really have a good excuse. I also don’t have fancy swimming bathing suits, just bikinis, so I picked the one least likely to fall off and went for it.