My mojo is sky high. But, I'm keeping it in check. It's difficult.
Back to the pool this morning - there was a queue outside waiting for it to open. I was the youngest in the queue.
On entering the changing rooms I was treated to a wrinkly bottom. An old man in his 70's (maybe) decided the cubicles were for the more prudish among us and just stripped off at the lockers. It looked very liberating the way he was just chucking his clothes off and into the locker. Stark naked with his black nylon socks the last items to be kicked off.
Reminded me of very young kids, their innocence, and their ability to not really care what others think, or if their actions will offend. It highlights how we seem to come a full circle in our lives....the bit in between, the middle aged years, well, we could do worse than to take a leaf out of the people in the generations below and above us.
The pool was busy. Well, busier than usual. Oooh, get me, I've been there 3 times and already think I own the place...not.
I did 70 lengths off the bounce. It was (slightly) faster than last weeks effort but not much. I did 98% of it breaststroke with a few crawls thrown in. I'm determined to crack this fc lark though. I'll never be a great swimmer, but there is room for a bit of improvement, I think.
Back home for a run. Supposed to be easy but I stretched the old legs a wee bit. It felt good. Not great, but good enough and going in the right direction at long last.
4.2 windy miles in total. I tried out my new trail shoes. I've had Adidas Kanadias for the last 3 years - my new ones are NB 573's. Not much padding which suits me just fine as anything more hurts my hips and glutes. Pretty grippy too but I suspect not as good in mud as the Kanadias.
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