Change of tack in the pool this morning. I've alway been a breast-stroker (yes I know, fnarr-fnarr) but I'm working on becoming something of a crawler (and yes, some of my colleagues may say I'm there already).
So this morning I got my head down and did 1km of front-crawl. Nothing remarkable in that, except that a year ago, I couldn't do 2 lengths of it. So feeling good. Little ache in the shoulders, but feeling pleased with myself. So by 3rd October (D-Day) I expect to be able to a mile of crawl with ease. That'll make the 400M I need to do on the day feel like a walk in the park (if that's not an inappropriate simile for swimming?).
Tomorrow, I plan to run, outside, for the first time in as long as I can remember. So expect a tale of woe and pain and injury over the weekend.
Sorry, not many jokes in this post! Oh, and please sponsor me! Thank you!
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