Janathon the fifteenth: another swim

Now that I've started marathon training, I'm keen to preserve the sanctity of rest days, so I shall be doing some non-running activity twice a week. I came home from work this evening and, though every cell in my body longed to sit on the sofa with cat and crossword, out into the cold I went again, to the swimming pool, where I swam 20 lengths, a total of 457m, with a mixture of front crawl and breaststroke. The pool was busy, a lesson taking up one lane, and a group of athletic and boisterous young men chatting about cars at the end, and then swimming at frightening speed from one end to the other, overtaking me with ease. At the end, I felt very chilly, and only a plate of meatballs and goat's cheese revived me.