View from the pool

It's been a long time coming. But it's done now. Yesterday evening I made my debut at the Lido. My first outdoor swimming experience of the year. Somehow, my routine has seemingly not permitted me to spend nearly enough time exercising outdoors.

I have, I know, been a tad busy...

Yesterday was great. I swam just under 2k which was, in fact, probably a little more than 2k. Swimming lengths of 91m (that's 100 yards, in old money) in a pool without lane ropes means I likely clocked up quite a bit more as, I now realise, I struggle to swim in a straight line.

Keeping on the straight and narrow has, historically, been something of a challenge.

These days, I like to think I do it better.

Until I'm in a pool in which I can't see from one end to the other (for all the swimming gizmos and gadgetry I do not, yet, have prescription goggles so must remain chronically short sighted and heavily astigmatic). Luckily, I swim for the experience, rather than the achievement.

I will not be leaving it long before I return to the million gallons of water contained within the UK's largest swimming pool. I know few better ways to mark the end of my working day with the time I call my recreation.

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