Wet, wet, wet

I don't think my dislike of swimming has ever been a secret but with an ironman on the horizon there's no getting away from it. I'm going to have to do some swim training.

I am quite lucky working in the media as my employer lays on a bus to go to the local swimming baths every Tues and Thursday lunchtime. Usually there's no way I can spare the time but bizarrely the arrival of Optrafair and the Optician Awards has cleared my diary.

I found myself struggling for the (whole) half hour. Not with my won swimming but going slow enough not to be crashing into people. I must be getting faster or my work colleagues are tragically slow. Sadly it's the latter.