Olympic gold medalist and former Subway spokesman Michael Phelps once told me the “secret” to surviving the flight back from Asia: hit the pool, then hit the bong.
Unfortunately, there wasn’t any weed at the airport Hilton in Denpasar, Bali, but there was a big-ass pool, and since I had two long-ass flights ahead of me, I decided half-assed prep was better than no prep at all.
I swam for fifteen minutes and thirty-eight seconds. I know this because my Apple Watch kept track of my workout, even though I didn’t ask it to do that. As I’ve mentioned before, my Apple Watch tells me how to live, but the price I pay is that it tells Tim Cook how I live. Life is a series of compromises and tradeoffs, I guess.
I didn’t count the laps because the point was to swim until my watch buzzed, alerting me that I had reached my daily exercise goal, and as a result, succeeded in closing the green ring on my watch. I’m a sucker for gamification, that’s for sure.
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