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Monday, 6 January 2014

Minuscule



My legs ache terribly after that minuscule gym session yesterday. Clearly my doctor is right, I’m so unfit.

Dogging is off tonight due to wet ground but it was probably too windy anyway. All the equipment would have blown over. Instead I take the boys with me for a swim. 

As I arrive a very sweaty L is just emerging from the gym. I send her back in again, to get even sweatier. You can’t have too much of a good thing. I tell her I’ll be half an hour.

I try out my new, just bought, pool watch. The idea is the watch will count my lengths for me because I’m incapable of doing so. It takes all my concentration simply to swim. The watch seems to do the job well although I do make the mistake of wearing the band with my locker key on it on the same arm and this changes the watch mode, stopping the lap counter. A mere teething problem I hope but I still don’t know exactly how many lengths I’m doing. The watch says it was at least 38 though.

(Monday 6th January)

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