Please, oh powers that be, please make it so that my achilles gets better IMMEDIATELY. if i have to take another session of being kicked in the head, elbowed in the ribs, finding random hairs in my mouth, or monotously doing lap after lap (where’s an underwater ipod when you need one?) staring at that blue line underneath you - an experience more commonly known as the public swimming pool - i WILL GO NUTS. 90 minutes and i was ready to shoot myself. give me howling winds, -30C, boiling sand storms any day of the week. Way more interesting.