Just got back from two and half days in Poole where I managed to swim in their 33 meter pool two days running. It was good for my stamina, but it does seem a very long way from one end to the other - an odd thing to say when in around 18 days time I'll be setting off to swim a mile non stop! Eeeek.
I was driven on by Rachel who steadily munched up length after length without a break and of course if your mate doesn't stop, then you can't either. I could do with her joining me every day as I tend to take little breaks every so often and must learn not to because I won't be able to take a breather half way across the River Fal without causing an incident. My game plan tomorrow is to get it, get on and keep going. Words are so easy - action takes a bit more!
I can remember as a kid in the sixties watching my Mum delicately step into the sea wearing her pink swimming cap that was covered in bright rubber flowers. I thought it looked great then. Fortunately swim caps are much sleeker now but they're hardly a fashion statement. I look like a wrinkly version of Kojak in mine and once I put my reflective goggles on, I look like an alien from one of those B rated sci-fi movies - charming. What's more there's an art to putting the darn thing on. A well trained cap assistant can whip it over your head in seconds, but Rachel didn't quite get the technique so when we tried yesterday, I landed up with it over my eyes and clamped to my cheeks. Then I'm blundering blind round the changing area with Rachel in fits of giggles, terrifying small children as they tried to pass by. Oh the suffering I face for the sake of my sport!
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