By â€œsickâ€ I mean after swimming I slept the rest of the day. I just got up to get some food and consider running at Goldâ€™s, but instead Iâ€™m going back to bed.
By â€œpresidentâ€, I mean, President Elect Barack Obama. Who is currently being stalked by a bunch of paparazzi, and Rachel Ross on Oahu.
By â€œnext doorâ€ I mean he is staying in the $9 million dollar home next door to the house where I stayed for two weeks last December with Dr. Mike McMahon, my previous coach, at the end of Kailua Beach. When I was there I tried to lose weight by not eating for eight days (I was going for 14, but got a staff infection and a bad cold and the doctor told me to start eating if I didnâ€™t want to get much worse.). That was really dumb, and at some point I keep meaning to write a lengthy blog post about why long term fasting (over a day) has some serious health risks, and why fasting in general is a terrible way to lose weight (itâ€™s actually a good way to gain weight in the long run, but I donâ€™t know many people that need help with that).
The point is, however, that if I were sitting in a gigantic empty house on the beach of Kailua again this year, at least I would have something better to watch than PDA from fat tourists (not that the PDA is unamusing).