Sorry, folks, that's not "swinging" as in trading sexual partners (I'd have to HAVE one first to trade) but, rather, swinging as in getting on a swingset & going for it.
I'd been taking my morning walk when I saw empty swings on the beach. On a whim, I detoured over and decided to swing a bit.
I can't think of the last time I sat on a swing and really went for it - legs pumping and trying to get some decent height. I had my iPod on, and I started swinging to Paolo Nutini's "New Shoes," and then just kept going through six more songs. It was weirdly free and fun. I didn't want to stop, and in fact, the only reason I did was that my arms were killing me.
When I got off, I actually felt sort of wobbly.
Who knew swinging was such a workout?