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Jan. 7th, 2010 02:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionWe went back to the Jewish Center to renew our membership today and I swam for an hour, the first true exercise I've had since St Augustine in July. I felt like Keanu Reeves at the end of The Matrix after. Divine, restored, capable of serenely handling any and everything as it came. Waking equivalent of those dreams where someone comes to me dismayed about a shared doom problem and I listen, I nod, I smugly say, but what you do not realize is that I can fly, and then I fly.
Why do I never remember it's like this? I mean, I know why, but it's the kind of thing where knowing why doesn't make it less of a marvel. Astonishing how thoroughly we're slaves to outdated biology. An Archie Bunker stapled to every back.
But exercise helps with that, too. It does with everything.
Why do I never remember it's like this? I mean, I know why, but it's the kind of thing where knowing why doesn't make it less of a marvel. Astonishing how thoroughly we're slaves to outdated biology. An Archie Bunker stapled to every back.
But exercise helps with that, too. It does with everything.
