More swimming, at a quarter of world-record pace.

Jesus Green is surprisingly nice at this time of year; not energy-sappingly chilly, and it's pleasant to discover that I can in fact swim a hundred yards at a time without stopping. Twelve lengths, so a bit over a kilometre; four each breast-stroke, back-stroke and crawl. Fast crawl took me just over three minutes but left me heart-pounding and distinctly dizzy; the other strokes seemed to take about 4.5, though I think I always managed under five minutes — looking on wikipedia, this is almost exactly four times as slow as the world record holder, which is probably the best spin I can put on my unreasonable sluggishness. I was a bit surprised to find that I had trouble walking in a straight line as I got out of the pool at the end of the swim; chlorinated ears?

It's clear that I hang around at the ends of the pool for as long as I think I can get away with, so Jesus Green's having a quarter as many ends as Parkside is an advantage.

Sadly I managed to miss numberland; I'll try again next week.

The exercise has left me too tired to spend the evening sitting creatively in front of a hot iPhoto to prepare the full shiny photo-post that I promised taimatsu, but look what I saw at the weekend: