Wet brick

Poor Corporal. Enjoy your gravy - you've earned it.

Starting at the beginning - due to the FAIL status of the swimming last Friday, (too busy building the best cake ever from a potential cake fail due to the squodginess of Nigella's chocolate cake) there was a little guilt in the Veg camp. So what better way to make amends than to punish myself and the Corporal with a variety of ridiculous workouts? Whoever heard of a bike-swim-bike brick? (Probably not technically a brick, but still...)

Saturday: bike ride - I think it was about 14 miles and I also think everyone was lost for most of the route. Some giant hills; I'll map it out and report back. Problems were encountered with Nom's iffy inner tube which required a hasty puncture repair and my front wheel which had been completely Halfords-ed. It really was a great steaming pile of Halfords. The route, despite my best efforts, had far more texture than any of us were expecting but was great fun and very pretty, even including a bonus stop in Brighouse for Nom to get his bike serviced and for almost everyone to buy new gloves. VS Cycles are amazing! Said stop however, did involve a major food fail, with a full fish and chip shop, then a closed down stodge shop, then a cafe owner who had run out of food, then eventually Wetherspoons, for surprisingly nommable fare. Then alcohol in the evening and an indoor barbecue: mmm, mushrooms.

Working this morning, despite it being Sunday: boo. Nom was fragile due to vast amounts of wine consumed last night and a very late night. A discovery was made last week of a new unsociable hour to swim: 3.30 to 4.30 on Sundays. Hopefully everyone else is in the church or the pub. Set off with a Nom and a Corporal (Nom on old bike due to another tyre fail) and arrived sans Nom, who was feeling more fragile, had no lights and was extremely tired.

So, the swim. Oooo. I now have an invisible gorilla on my shoulders. I'm dreading waking up tomorrow because it doesn't hurt now and I'm expecting pain. It's harder to swim at Spenborough: the Corporal used science and concluded that a longer pool is harder to swim in, due to fewer push-offs. We were both talking ourselves through the last set. I had serious thoughts about skipping the last 66m of the last front crawl set but pride wouldn't let me.

And then we had to cycle home. At top speed, naturally. Bendy lessons tomorrow if my arms haven't dropped off. I need to wash my hair now before I can't raise my arms above my head.