Evening. Instead of a run I had the opportunity for a swim slot. 400m in 8:10. That gives me a little hope that I could just about get away with my claim/hope for 7:35 in the race at the end of May. Then I carried on for 2500m in 54 minutes. I had the luxury of a lane all to myself, primarily because I didn't want to share it with the resident gorilla. This geezer does swim virtually every day, but he's appalling. Bobbing his head right out to breathe, swinging his arms wide and wildly, but worst of all, he insists on wearing hand paddles. He's just bloody dangerous. Even more annoying, because he's such a regular he's embedded the strength to continue this "style" for 150 lengths at a time, and has acquired a medium pace. Grrrr. If I had to end up in his lane I would have been practicing triathlon Turn-Buoy technique. Fists.
I'm not sour, sorry if that came across that way. Well done PMJ 3:07 is a fantastic time. One I'd dearly love to swap with you from my last attempt at the distance. (5:40 if I recall, but claiming mitigating circumstances).