Dedicated 50% go 'oooowwww'

Veg, against her better judgement, set off at 7.30 this morning to meet the Corporal - again, Nom failed on the excuse of 'sleepy-tired...leavem'lone...zzzzzzz.....' and was left to snore. Fromage, on the other hand, was AWOL. Veg turned up at Odd Barracks too early, on account of leaving Nom to arrange the timings, but this week there were no crashes on the way and the training session was, I believe, successful. If by successful, we mean painful. Veg and the Corporal have decided that 'front crawl' is so named because when doing it successfully you have to crawl out of the pool.

Veg's thoughts: racing hurts. Corporal Odd is being unfair by using the power of laughter to stall Veg at the starting gate. It was a fun session though, until the bike ride back to work. And the full day at work. And the bike ride, not just home, but to Cleckheaton for food and back. Ow.

Nom is banning Veg from cycling tomorrow. Boo.

So to summarise:

Alarm set for 6.45 - ow
Cycle up to Corporal's house for 7.50 - oww
Was 10 minutes early - 10 minutes that could have been spent in bed - ouch
Cycle to swimming pool - why is everywhere in this city uphill - ooow
40-ish minutes front crawl (so called because you crawl out of the pool afterwards) including racing. Oooh oouch
Cycle to work - aaargh
Work all day then cycle to Cleckheaton - aroooouch!
Cycle home with very heavy groceries in rucksack - auooch!

So, 40-ish minutes swimming, ten miles cycling My bottom hurts. Good training day.