Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

- T.S. Eliot -

Aborted swim

A busy little day at work and meetings away from the office dictated that I had to take the car. Therefore the most sensible bit of exercise for tonight was a little swim my training buddy Giles.  It was a little swim too…after about 500 metres I called it day.  Largely because the top of my knee-cap wasn’t feeling too clever and secondly I was blowing like a pensioner swimming in treacle.  Not sure why, but it has been a few weeks since I was last in the pool. Possibly the cumulative effects of the last few days.  Giles smashed about a few thousand meters and I beat a hasty retreat home and to bed.