After an excessive amount of re-unition squealing and enough buzzing, bumbling, excited energy to power the state of California (nothing new, Washington residents have always done that...), we donned our caps for Practice 1 (see image below).
I was certain that a dose of training would quell the storm of jabber, and yet-- despite reaching aerobic threshold (ahhh yeaaahhhh, feels great Jenn! keep those 200's coming!)-- hoots and hollers continued to intercalate themselves between splashes, stars, and gasps for air. The joy of working together again after weeks of separation anxiety was too much for silence to handle.
During a pizza/pasta/salad dinner the cooing and burbles continued, yarns from break unwound, gossip murmured with furtive glances from table to table, and most importantly we refueled our bodies in anticipation of what Practice 2 will bring...
