Today, probably against my better judgement with the
Sundowner looming large this weekend, I go for a gentle lunchtime trot. L
queries my definition of gentle. Actually my legs query it too, telling me now
that it wasn’t as gentle as I thought and I can’t be more precise because I
didn’t time it as my watch is flat again.
So to the pool and another very competitive fast lane, I
manage 64 lengths in record time before heading home to chuck some balls and to
try to burn some calories off our porky dog.
(Tuesday 2nd September)
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