BACK in the swimming pool this morning after the weekend’s relaxations. 800 metres front crawl in 19 minutes 55 seconds. That’s a whopping 50 seconds slower than my best time last week. That’s about three seconds for every 50 metre length of the pool. Good grief.
Even allowing for my dutiful efforts to update the beer project and the wine project over the weekend, that’s quite a difference.
It’s this sort of in-and-out form that makes a bloke suspicious. I’ll be up before The Retired Blokes Swimming Club’s anti-doping committee at this rate if I’m not careful.
Meanwhile, maybe I’ll forego the pre-swim cup of tea and McVities digestive tomorrow.