Focus

Arms. Arms. Arms. Arms, lap numbers, and Biz Markee. All were looping through my head.

You've got to be impressed with Biz's chutzpah. The man cannot sing and, yet, he sings a song. Pre-AutoTune.

Perfect for me. I sound almost as good as he does, in my head.

My arms - espcially my poor, neglected tricepts - were quite tired after I concentrated on my arms for most of my swim/jog on Tuesday.

I'll have to try this again! I've been neglecting things recently.

Especially those poor tricepts.