My friend Amy and I have started swimming a few mornings a week. And by morning I mean the middle of the night. For some reason I will never understand Amy wants to be at the Y by 6am. And for reasons that no one could ever fathom, I comply. Mostly because I KNOW that without someone else to get me there, it would NEVER happen no matter what time of the day.I haven't been a regular swimmerin over fifteen years. Needless to say, my body is rebelling. I feel like someone is pounding the middle of my back with a mallet. I am tempted to look for the vicodin in the house. For all of you out there who are couch potatoes, I suggest you stay there and in your warm and comfy beds in the morning. Because exercise can kill you or make you a heroin addict. Either way, 'Law and Order' reruns are much healthier.