I haven’t been swimming for 6 or 7 years, but something motivated me to start again. This morning I got up early, left the house at 6:50 [eek] and drove to Backwell Leisure Centre – probably our nearest pool, at 3.8 miles from the house.
An easy drive, took about 8 minutes (ferocious speed limits all the way, thanks to N Somerset saving the life of just one child). I paid £3.50 for the session, not knowing whether I would enjoy it or not – when I emerged, I bought a season ticket – 12 goes for the cost of 10. The pool was reasonably quiet – probably a dozen people in at that hour, and it’s adults only from 7-9 Monday to Friday, so no screaming children.
I managed 400m, which is better than I expected And I need a new swimming costume (now ordered) as the straps on mine won’t stay up, so I was limited to breast stroke. And my eyes have worsened since I got my prescription goggles, so things were a bit blurry, but good enough to swim in. I’ve lost one of the lens seals [arf], so I’ve ordered a spare for the princely sum of £2 including postage.
I really, *really* enjoyed it, and hope to be going at least twice a week. I won’t bother at weekends, as there’s no adult only times. A grand start to the day.
Stopped at the Co-Op on the way home and bought mumpets and cruffins and scotch pancakes, so we could have a choice of carbs for breakfast. We had the scotch pancakes.
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