Pop-Eye muscles

Dear Heart,
Swam a thousand miles today, at least. I feel, for the first time in my life, powerful and present. I have a solidity and a permanence I've never had before. On days like these, when I would usually fade away into the rain, I find myself eating sausages and mash and working very hard. I love Tennyson, I honestly think if he wasn't dead and a hundred years older than me, I'd marry him.
This is it, I think. This is living, quietly, fully; with purpose.
Love, Lydia x