I had a day off work today. I spent most of it on the sofa with the cat (one of my all time favourite places to be), but I did manage to squeeze in a short run with some token intervals (three sets of three mins on, three mins off) and an open water swim.
I love swimming. I don’t actually swim much, because I’m not one of life’s great planners, and so I never manage to get me, my swimming costume, my hat, my goggles, my towel and my money to a swimming pool for the single minute that they set aside for adult lane swimming each day. And I similarly struggle to arrange my life to get to the lake hideously early on a weekend morning or straight after work on a Tuesday.
But my open water swim is in a week and a half, and I had the day off work so I actually managed it.
And it was disastrous. Why is it that as soon as I don a wetsuit and get into a lake that I forget how to (a) swim (b) breathe and (c) navigate? Oh well. At least when you’re in a wetsuit you can’t sink. So I’m sure that on the day, I’ll be fine.