Monkey_Monkey_Underpants
Not quite normal
Morning all! Now 13km out into the Channel. I'm sure I'd be able to see France if it was a clear day, rather than being so blasted foggy!
I managed 66 lengths this morning - which is not bad. Not as good as some days, but I was quite tired.
Slight digression: That's not a normal kind of number for me, - because even in my new ability to resist the 4 - 4 - 4 - 4, I haven't got out of thinking in 16s! - but it was a bit confusing this morning. I was aiming for a mile (64 lengths), and was matching a colleague in the lane next to me up to the 40 mark. She's pretty much as regular as clockwork, and always does 40 lengths. But when I thought we were at 40, she didn't get out! She got out 2 lengths later. So I started to doubt myself: had I lost count at some point? (8 - 2 - 4 - 2 isn't quite as easy to count as 4 - 4 - 4 - 4) So when I thought I'd done 64 I did 2 more in case I hadn't. Then, when I got out I asked Di, and for some reason she had done 42 this morning! So - I was reassured that I really can count, and I've got 2 more lengths on my tally.
I'm still well ahead of the average I need for my target, which means that technically I could slow the pace a bit. But I'm scared that then something would crop up to stop me going for a couple of days, and jeopardise me achieving it. So I'm still going hell for leather!
And I was almost mown down by a ferry this morning. Well, that was what she said she was. It was another colleague, swimming in the next lane. Suddenly she boomed loudly then swam straight at me, shouting "I'm a ferry, I'm a ferry!"
If I say "some people are weird", I confidently expect comments along the lines of pots and kettles. But they are!
And heaven help me when she decides to be a jellyfish.
I've also discovered that you can fool the cramp, just a little bit, when it comes to get you, by changing strokes. But that doesn't last long, and it'll get you in the end!
But, anyway, I'm still swimming, and that croissant is getting ever closer.
More tomorrow...
I managed 66 lengths this morning - which is not bad. Not as good as some days, but I was quite tired.
Slight digression: That's not a normal kind of number for me, - because even in my new ability to resist the 4 - 4 - 4 - 4, I haven't got out of thinking in 16s! - but it was a bit confusing this morning. I was aiming for a mile (64 lengths), and was matching a colleague in the lane next to me up to the 40 mark. She's pretty much as regular as clockwork, and always does 40 lengths. But when I thought we were at 40, she didn't get out! She got out 2 lengths later. So I started to doubt myself: had I lost count at some point? (8 - 2 - 4 - 2 isn't quite as easy to count as 4 - 4 - 4 - 4) So when I thought I'd done 64 I did 2 more in case I hadn't. Then, when I got out I asked Di, and for some reason she had done 42 this morning! So - I was reassured that I really can count, and I've got 2 more lengths on my tally.
I'm still well ahead of the average I need for my target, which means that technically I could slow the pace a bit. But I'm scared that then something would crop up to stop me going for a couple of days, and jeopardise me achieving it. So I'm still going hell for leather!
And I was almost mown down by a ferry this morning. Well, that was what she said she was. It was another colleague, swimming in the next lane. Suddenly she boomed loudly then swam straight at me, shouting "I'm a ferry, I'm a ferry!"
If I say "some people are weird", I confidently expect comments along the lines of pots and kettles. But they are!
And heaven help me when she decides to be a jellyfish.
I've also discovered that you can fool the cramp, just a little bit, when it comes to get you, by changing strokes. But that doesn't last long, and it'll get you in the end!
But, anyway, I'm still swimming, and that croissant is getting ever closer.
More tomorrow...