How I Learned to Love the Hot Today

Once I got past the notion that I was probably inhaling nothing but bus fumes and suppressed the fear that every twinge was a bacterium coming to blind me, there is one word for what it felt like to dive into Lake Michigan this evening and swim along the lap lanes at Oak Street Beach: exhilirating. I recommend you try it.


Update: Duh, I was at the Chicago Street Beach, a bit farther south than Oak Street. That's where the "lap lanes" are.