A few weeks ago I pondered why everyone else seemed able to swim faster than me, before realising I could actually keep up with them if I crawled, like them. Tonight there was a guy that I don’t think I could have kept up with even if I had been running.
Towards the end of the session I asked what his secret was. ‘Hmmm’, came the reply, ‘I haven’t swum for years and I’m just getting into shape again, but at 13 I swam for England… ‘
Cliff & Pete apparently braved the winter weather last weekend to run 50 miles (no, that’s not a typo… fifty miles) along the River Thames. With winter precipitation, surfaces ranging from snow to slush and sub-zero temperatures, one really has to ask the question… WHY? I suspect that there is no sanity in any of the possible answers that they might give, so I guess the answer must be Tree Fox Six.
Yes, I know it doesn’t make sense… it’s an analogy of foxiresex, which also means nothing whatsoever.
Cliff & Pete’s race details were garnered from a surprise visit by Cliff & Nessie on Sunday night… who are now able to confirm that we do actually live like slobs in a house full of laundry and unwashed dishes when there’s no-one around!
Fortunately we were so horrified at being caught in this state of under-duress that we tidied up… just as well because when we got back from swimming tonight we found Debbie and John on the doorstep waiting to buy us dinner in exchange for Champagne & chocolates. Fair do’s!
Before I forget, I think I managed 36 lengths tonight in just over 30 minutes… not great, but hey, I’ve not swum very much for ages and I could only swim 10 yards at 13.
well, you should have seen the place! embarrassing! made me want to run a mile…which reminds me, there’s a little one in Prague coming up!