23/02/2015 by Carl Reynolds
Aside from my brief swims in Tooting Bec Lido – it’s too damn cold to swim more than a few hundred yards at the moment – I’ve been going to Crystal Palace (50m indoor competition pool) and Charlton Lido (50m outdoor, heated to 24’C) to keep the distance up. I do between 40 and 60 minutes each time. I notice at both of these pools there are people with set lists doing interval training…or getting in the way of the continuous swimmer! There’s nothing that can be so confusing as having a continuous swimmer in the same lane as an interval swimmer. You have your holy text with precise intervals of 10,20 or 30 seconds. You just got your breath back and are about to go, when continuous swimmer touches, turns and arcs off at what seems like a too leisurely pace. There’s a psychic huff, a tumbling of limbs, but continuous swimmer stays just out of reach of your fingertips. It disturbs your equilibrium. Meanwhile continuous swimmer has his own, unpublished until now, set. It goes like this – chase that bloke. Ease off. Chase that other bloke…damn he’s too fast. Ease off. Turn before he starts again. Get lost in my thoughts. Do a few fast ones. Chase that bloke again. Do some 4/5/6/7/8/9 breathing. Move to slower lanes and do some backstroke and crawl drills. Mess about with Mrs Ape doing fly drills. Emerge feeling blissful.