My swimmer brother (he's 9th in the state in his event) came to the rec center (they *do* have an indoor track!) in AF to give me a little swimming lesson. When I was in the locker room about to go out to the pool a cardiologist from the hospital called and said that the results from the holter test (a 24-hour EKG) had been really abnormal, and she asked me all sorts of questions like had I ever fainted and did anyone in my family ever die suddenly. I'm supposed to go to an ER if I get light-headed or dizzy or if I faint, and exercise may or may not still be okay. It was kind of weird and scary. Mostly I wish I hadn't gotten the phone call when I was out and about in my swim suit so that I could have taken notes or something, because really I have no idea what she was saying except that there's some medicine that they'd prescribe except that I'm pregnant. I figured that nothing about me changed just because of the phone call, so I went out for the little swimming lesson (I told my brother, though, so that he could pull me out if it looked like I was dying or something). I learned that my arms should go down instead of out, I'm supposed to roll my hips as I go, half of my water-side goggle should be underwater when I turn my head to breathe, and I should make 16 arm strokes per length when I'm in the pool at Gold's. Then my brother was showing me the difference between what I do and what I *should* do, and one of the lifeguard people came over and told us we had to get out because some kid had pooped in the pool. So we went home. Short lesson, but we got reimbursement passes and I feel like I learned a lot. Later we stopped by to see Lily and pass on Bonnie's waterproof mp3 player case. (See picture. She has one that includes Eric.) It was fun to meet her and get to know her better. I hope she's able to run again soon! 
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