There wasn't a centimetre of that race which didn't hurt compounded by the weird sensation at the end of the 50 fly leg that I was actually swimming backwards or that someone was moving the wall away from me.
It's been a great swim meet, and fun to catch up with everyone. Especially the original Essex girl (Lesley Cook) who kept me entertained when we escaped to a Costa for lunch and decided that we could be a new generation of "Angry Birds" (perhaps Grumpy Birds would be more accurate)
I also managed to buy a toothbrush, doesn't life feel better when you have clean teeth? Readers of a more sensitive and sophisticated disposition should stop reading now, as my final thought for the day is that I know I've been to a serious swim meet because of the onset of swimmer's bum. An affliction usually attributable to rough loo paper and the old "flight fight or s***e syndrome" kicking in. Perhaps that's too much information for one blog... bed's calling and I've an early start with the Fairy Snow Baby for Stage 2 of my road trip tomorrow....
Windermere and the Great North Swim...
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