However... my tracker says it was not even as good as yesterday's swim. So, here's the rule about me and my tracker. Anytime it reports a better result than I expect, we go with the tracker. Anytime it reports not as good as I expect, we go with me. When you are 68, almost 69 years old, you get to make whatever rules you want. And that's the rule I want.
Also, last night something weird happened. I had tried walking the hallway earlier in the day and it wasn't good. In fact, I really just felt crummy. I was watching TV and thought that maybe I'd try the hallway one more time, just to see. My plan was that I'd take a hit off the albuterol inhaler, wait 15 mins (until Jeopardy was over) and try again. In about 10 minutes I realized that I no longer felt crummy. The walk wasn't that great or even that much better but I felt better. Weird. Mostly when I suck down the albuterol, I can't really feel a difference. But last night I absolutely did.
So maybe there's hope for me yet.
I think today I'll tackle the fabric in the house cleaner's basket and make a doll or two or creature. I have a bear 3/4ths done with some of the yarn. I do want to have some results to show her when she's here next Wednesday.
We are 6 weeks away for the first baseball game of the season. Spring training game but I'm counting it. And so looking forward to it.