So yesterday I was swimming along happily in my beautiful new pool. A cold front had come through earlier in the day and my arms were cold but the water was perfect.
Swimming is so therapeutic for me. I just one-two-three-breathe myself into a sort of hypnosis.
And then, a fastie came into the lane next to me.
Do you want to know what the equivalent of a headwind in the pool is?
The fastie next to me, doing the 'fly, when he was coming towards me.
Brick. Wall.
It wasn't really that bad, though. I mean I'm not upset about it. It is good tri practice, swimming with people around, making waves, making brick walls... everything is good practice.
But I was sort of waxing poetic about biking and swimming and brick walls and losing count of my laps and I ended up trying to make a haiku about brick wall dude and do you know what? Haiku is to swimming and breathing as Sudoku is to my job. Apparently I can't do them at the same time.
At. All.
So now we know that too.
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