Research Press Swim Club: Season 2
Hello, and welcome to the inaugural meeting of the second season of the Research Press Noon Hour Swim Club. Members include: Sarah Currie....present...and....yep, that's all.
Season 1 was a far more successful season for swimming here at Research Press. I've looked at getting the highlights put on DVD, but really, who needs to see my pasty, white, Canadian winter body in digital Hi-Fi glory? Now that I think of it, maybe that's why our membership has dwindled to a mere 25% of our former numbers.
Anyway, today was my first day back in the pool since April. Or maybe May. At any rate, it was nice to get back into it. It's still very much Geriatric swim time, but I don't mind, since it means getting the medium-speed lane all to myself. (I like to leave the fast lane to the mid-life crisis, need to prove I can swim three laps in under a minute and then collapse in the sauna crowd.) Forty laps... not bad for my first day back. My goggles are a little too tight though. I think I may actually have given myself a black eye from the suction.
Hopefully next week I can convince someone to join me. Not that I am capable of talking while swimming, but having a work-out buddy can be a motivating factor.
Product Review: Tropicana Calcium Supplement
I don't drink milk. Not unless it's got chocolate in it. And even then, my tastes are particular. When I was a kid, my chocolate milk had to be "as chocolatey as chocolate ice cream." Now, it has to be PC Organics 1% Chocolate Milk. You have no idea what you're missing if you haven't tried it yet. But I digress. I haven't drunk (drank? drinkened?) regular milk since I was a little less than two. I have a taste aversion following a particularly nasty bout of intestinal upset that landed me in the Children's Hospital of Eastern Ontario. I don't really remember any of it, other than playing in bed with a set of Fisher Price little people, but since then milk has been a big No! My sister used to try to trick me into drinking plain milk by blindfolding me and asking me to guess how much Hershey syrup she'd added to it (when she hadn't added any), but she always got the same result: me gagging and spitting it out. I just can't drink it. Even the smell of it makes me queasy. And milkbreath or milk mustaches on other people...fuhgedabowdid. So, I need to get my calcium somehow, and what better way than orange juice, right?
Price: $2.45 for 414 mL.
Calcium content: 604 mg.
% RDI: 100%.
Taste: Just like regular orange juice.
Value: Too damn expensive to use daily, as recommended by the Orange Juice Lobby, even after factoring out the medical costs of osteoporosis. I think I will stick to calcium pills and cheese. Mmmm. Cheese.