Swimming alone after work, I reached the mindless, steady breathing pattern, observing state that makes running so enjoyable. While swimming the farthest at once I've ever done, I was able to marvel at the mosaic movements of varying blues on the bottom of the pool, and notice that while breathing, one side acted as a rudder for deep breaths but the other suffered from lack of strength.
When I got home, I went for a run. It was wonderful-- warmer than it's been, breeze, and raining in a fine mist that always bathes me in energy. I did sprint intervals and came home to eat the last enchilada and leftover rice made into umeboshi onigiri.