Watching the livestream (of the warm-ups – whoooo) for this afternoons European Masters champs. There are SO MANY FELLOWS in BRIEFS! What is it with the skimpies? I blame James Guy. But come on lads, where’s the racing suits? “Jammers”, I believe they are – ludicrously – called.
For once my own timing (THANK YOU, ENORMOUS CRYSTAL PALACE CLOCK! The clock is so wonderful. 水泳の気持ち!) and the Wonder Widget are in sync! However, I am dead chuffed with this as I thought I had only done 1,200 – an extra 100m is something I shall not sneeze at!
A swim of two halves Brian – first 500m or so felt a long, slow, and TIRING struggle. I am reluctantly concluding that warming up properly takes 500m rather than 50m. Can this really be correct, esp when you’re as cr4p as I am? I do only seem to start settling after a longer time.
However, the latter half felt a LOT better! And I managed two lengths (not in a row), breathing every three strokes – and felt like it wasn’t actually that bad. BUT, I know I couldn’t have done this in the first 500m, where breathing every other strokes was still a bit of a gasp.
It is like this with running for me as well though – first 3.5km is always pretty painful – only really seem to start “enjoying” the process at around 4km – and is that because you know the end is in sight? Never quite worked it out. (This is from treadmill experience, where the 3km seems to last FOREVER and brings an existential dread that you will never get any better or faster and time turns to treacle).
And speaking of existential dread – part of the reason why the DREAD kicked in on the treadmill was that the gym always showed awful SKY NEWS. I thought I would escape that with swimming, but Oasis – for whatever BARMY REASON – has a TV in changing room and it is tuned to – yes ofcourse – SKY NEWS!! What is it with Sky News and people in lycra?? Seriously! Isn’t some channel repeating Frasier? Or – there’s enough fitness telly out there – WHY SKY? Presumably the venues are paying extra for Sky Services too – wouldn’t it be more economical to put on the HORROR channel so we would watch some old Doctor Who whilst squeezing into the SLAZENGER?
But at least their changing rooms are sparkling, which is more than I can say about CryPal. Of course CryPal has more KIDS – but it is not that nice repeating to self “just ignore the smear, just ignore the BROWN SMEAR in the cubicle”. (On saying that, there’s loads of cubicles and space – which is more than I can say for Kings Cross – so tbh it’s no deal breaker. Just a bit… erghh, meh…)
I actually suspect CryPal keeps hiring cleaners but they just get LOST in the maze that is the sports centre. There’s probably someone they hired in 1964 stuck in a cupboard with their foot stuck in a bucket…
Well, quite. Anyway, I’d best go – another exciting day of keeping my eye on the European Masters livestream (chaos) awaits, so,
SEE YOU NEXT WATER TIME
I’m afraid this write-up won’t really acknowledge much more than the fact that I went to a swimming pool for a period of time. I’d had a bad morning, with a strange series of chest pains from the time I woke up. And as I type this on the 22nd, they’re still lurking around. I was a little worried I would be in no state to swim, but I was better by the afternoon, so took myself along to the pool, whinging like a TIRED BABY the entire time.
The swim itself was reasonable, but I felt very unenergetic for a good while. Didn’t feel very strong either. Cheered up eventually, and felt much better for it afterwards! I would guess I was probably in the water for half an hour.
Followed up the swim with a quick visit to the pub, where I had a delicious 1.5pints of Partizan “dry-hopped” mild – very tasty – and had a very important conversation about Neko Atsume and LENTILS (one of my cats is called Lentils – it is such a good name for a cat! Be warned, future cats!).
PS- is Whingy Whinge a good drag queen name or am I merely inspired by Thorgy Thor?
Please forgive the late write-up! I’m sorry!
So, Wonder Widget problems with this one =
- forgot once again to switch the app from 50m to 25m, so it logged a whacking 2100m
- It said the time for the swim was 1hr10, but I know for a fact I was in the pool at 6pm on the dot, and got out at just before quarter to, so what the heck, Wonder Widget?
My second attempt at going to Charlton Lido, and happily a successful one, despite the best efforts of the pigeons at London Bridge trying to kill me, and football being on at Charlton. Burnley? West Ham? Charlton themselves? Who could even tell?
Wonder Widget says I did 1,200m, but I think actual swimming distance isn’t more than 800m. After a few laps (in the medium lane!), the swimming lessons in the two furthest lanes ended, so they shifted all the lanes about, to mild confusion to the inexperienced lido swimmers. My friend and I took this as an opportunity to do handstands and flips in the ‘general’ end. What a treat to go to a pool in the sunshine and to be able to play around in it without being a d1ck! After the flips, we went back to swim some laps. I did *try* to go back to the medium lane, but people were being all fast in it again, so back to the slow lane it was.
Very very nice to swim outside in the first actually sunny weekend! Very odd to turn your head to breath and be blinded by the strange yellow face in the sky. And really fun to see your shadow swimming with you underwater! I had a GRATE time.
However, it does turn out that I am not very good at doing underwater flips and stuff, which surprises me! I had a lot of fun doing some in… the sea? Is probably the last time? Chlorine RIGHT up the sinuses, headache city.
*watches dream of ever learning a tumble turn fading into the lamented distance*
SEE YOU NEXT SLOW TURN TIME
Quick swim this evening as I had a strategy session to get to on the other side of town. Good job I did too – I think I nabbed the last unreserved table! As I forgot to write this up earlier, I don’t have much to say about it, so instead can we talk about the tacky baby Phelps photo? I knew Phelps was boring but I didn’t know his publicity was done by Spencer Rowell. And, Boomer? I mean, if that was the name of a Nandos Meal Deal I’d give the man some credit, but as it is he might have well called the child Cylon.
I WISH THEM ALL WELL!