The projects I grew up in (Bushwick Houses) had a pool but my mother never let me go in there. She would tell me to go to the sprinklers; I was the only nikka in the sprinklers while all my friends was at the pool. I'd try to convince them to come to the sprinkler, but they would be like
I really got into swimming a couple years ago when I broke my ankle and needed a form of cardio that was easy on my ankle. Caution, though, it is a THOROUGH workout. I just swam laps for 45 minutes on Saturday evening around 7:00, then I came home, ate, then I parked in front of the TV to watch the game. By halftime I was
That's why I call it the "liquid beatdown".