Swimming

It's my relaxation training session after a Saturday night in having a few quiet drinks with Specky/Specks (Mrs Baldy).

Last night after getting the sighing acceptance that all married men know so well when I told her the game had gone to Extra Time said it all ... I wasn't going to see it! So we watched last Saturday's Doctor Who downloaded from BBCi. It wasn't too exciting and we both fell asleep - it's parenthood not old age, honest!!!

This morning our 3 year old son, who can't decide whether he wants to be Indiana Jones, Captain Jack Sparrow or Buzz Lightyear, decided to have a lie in until 6:15 instead of his usual 5 a.m. Once we had gather ourselves we headed to the local sports centre. I then proceeded to swim 20 lengths of the 33m pool. I would have done more but Specks might not have had long enough to do her 20 lengths before Indy/Jack/Buzz got bored and wanted to get out. Also as it wasn't designated lane swimming, we both spent one third of each length dodging people trying to teach their kids to swim, teenagers jumping into the pool and the people who dodge all this by swimming breadths instead of lengths.

So next week's target is to try 25 lengths but the danger is not having enough time to get in 50 lengths (the total for Specks and me) before Indy/Jack/Buzz wants to get out! Chuckle Elder is back in charge of training tomorrow night, so I expect a rough ride after out little rebellion on Friday!