27/02/2015 by Carl Reynolds
Forgot the watch. Dived in and had a google failure. Stoke felt wrong for most of the swim. Got thwacked in the face by returning lane swimmer who wasn’t looking. She was most apologetic, but. It was one of those days when you feel discombobulated. Nothing flows, the body feels wrong, the mind is detached. Still it was a pleasure to swim in the steam and sunshine of Charlton Lido. Thankfully I don’t come off the motorbike on the way home.