So, today, after a long hiatus I heaved myself back into the pool.
I not only wanted to perfect my summer body for Arniston this year, but I have been suffering with sword elbow - a little-known side effect of tai chi - and felt a swim may sort it out.
Now that my hair is longer, I struggled more than normal to get the cap on, but I did what I could to get most of it in. As I stroked my way magnificently down the first length, I remembered how much I loved swimming. By the second length - not so much.
The wisps of hair that escaped my cap were sticking to my face every time I turned to breathe - well I hope it was my hair. Let's face it, personal grooming tends to slide when you live on your own, so I made a mental note to shave more regularly going forward.
Or at least plait.
