2000 yards. I know I have to, but it’s not fun, desireable or good still. I come a bit later since John is at scout camp. No one else is swimming except for the lady in the too-small bikini, so it’s easy to slip into the center lane and do my 40 touches to the other side. I find a little lap timer clock that I keep and put in my bag – I think it may belong to the bearded guy that’s usually here before me in that lane. I spend time thinking about the nutrition drinks and what the swim start and ensuing first 1/2 mile can be like in Lake Zurich. I’ll be ready for good conditions and a fast wetsuit swim.