(My trip to Oxford today took too much out of me for an end-of-day run to seem sensible, but it was awfully nice to get in a swim yesterday! And tomorrow I will be HOME, which is very good...)
I had lunch yesterday with my dear friend friend Jane, who tipped me off to there being a much cheaper swimming pool (three pounds versus fifteen pounds) at the Oasis Sports Centre, but I had no obvious way to get online and check the address, so I went to the YMCA as planned.
I had a lovely swim - it is a beautiful deep-blue-tiled pool, very spacious feeling (this may be a psychological effect of wide lanes plus 25M versus 25 yards!). The fast lane was closed off for a children's swimming lesson, so fast and medium were combined in one lane - I was swimming at an appropriate speed, I thought, but my workout was pretty random because I occasionally switched from stroke to freestyle so as not to cause lane congestion when someone faster got in.
By this point I really do not at all remember exactly what I did or how much of it, but I swam for about fifty minutes, so I am thinking that 1600 meters (!) would be a fair assessment. Mostly freestyle, ome 50s of breast, some 50s of back-free and fly-free, several hundreds of IM, etc. etc. All very unfamiliar in terms of feel and distance - no backstroke flags, quite different wall configuration (water right up to flat perpendicular straight-edged pool rim, couldn't quite get the hang of how to grip it for a quick open turn) - but not in a bad way.
It has been a very good trip in many respects, but I am a homebody, I will like it better when I am at home and back on my regular work and exercise schedule - gallivanting and restaurant meals do not suit me so well!
(That said, we had a very lovely dinner last night at Baltic - I shared an order of bacon-and-pork pierogi with my Cousin George, then had a very delicious crispy grilled sea bream on a bed of fennel with cherry tomatoes and arugola, and a rhubarb, almond and plum crumble for dessert - delicious! Even though I do not like coming across as a fussy customer, I made sure to interrogate the waitress re: possible inclusion of DILL in anything, because it is my anathema - this is the sort of restaurant where virtually everything has that evil plant in it - but with her help I was able to dodge the bullet...)