I marked rest day by cycling: I rode my own bike to the station and back, and took a Boris Bike from London Bridge to work and back. Real cyclists would wet their lycra shorts at this, but I covered 5.09 miles. Hurrah! My legs felt tired again, but, as I fall back into the rhythms and feelings of marathon training, I remind myself that this is a permanent feature of the marathoners condition
The plan for rest days was to swim, and I've been thwarted by the closure of both Ironmonger Row and Golden Lane baths near work, leaving the City with no public swimming provision whatsoever. I am indebted, though, to Katharine of Katharine gets wet, who suggested I go home by way of Victoria and the Queen Mother baths. This is a fine plan, and one I shall implement forthwith. There are certain complications as far as this week goes, but on Saturday I shall have exciting news to report on the swimming front.
