24/02/2015 by Carl Reynolds
I got in with three others, giving myself a good 40m headstart and began to reel them in. Man 1, paused and let me pass, Woman 1 did likewise, Man 2 did not and continued to not for at least six lappings. Still I got some sprint work in. Latter fellow was also a prime example of being in the wrong lane; as my SLSC buddies in the next lane over were passing him too; arms and legs moving furiously, but not doing much to propel himself forward. I was tempted to suggest some swimming lessons, but was averse to a bloody nose, so let it pass. He got out before I’d done two km, and despite my feeling a little bit of ire, realised that calmness won the day. Another length of fly – seem to almost have it fluid – a few of backstroke and a couple of races with the SLSC massive completed the time in the pool. Followed by excellent grub at the Crystal Palace railway station cafe.