Ten very buoyant personalities convened at the cement pond this morning. We tore up the lane lines and volunteered as human buoys. We kicked each other in the face and swallowed chlorine, and all in all it sort of resembled those last two laps at Daytona. Word on the street is that we got close to 1800 yards and there was much rejoicing, except the sadness over some of our MIA's. You know who you are. See y'all Thursday. Aye.