Swimming day 417 - Wednesday 1st February 2012

 More pool and less sea makes Robbie a grumpy boy!

Yesterday after work I hit the gym with Ross for an hour, working on every arm, back and shoulder muscle I posses; and boy did I know it.  Afterwards I had about 90 minutes before having to meet Sharon and Asher at the Nuffield (poor Asher having ear problems), so rather than hand around and wait for the time to go, I jumped back into the outside pool and finished off what I didn’t bother to do in the morning.  Another hour of lengths meant two swims and one gym yesterday, a good day of exercise.  At the Nuffield we met a wonderful consultant who made Asher so comfortable; these guys have a tremendous skill with kids.  Sadly Asher is going to need an operation to help his breathing and hearing; fairly routine for the surgeons of course, but not something a parent takes so lightly.  If only a parent could take the illness and pain from the child and suffer it themselves, it’s really horrible not being able to do anything for them.  We’re not sure when, but probably at the next school holiday break, at least meanwhile the banana medicine takes away any pain.

Now to today; whilst I had planned to be back in the sea, Big Bob suggested we pool swim together.  So at 7am on the dot we were in the outside pool (-1 in the air, but warm in the pool) and Sergeant Major Bob se3t up the drills!  He really did push us, like boot camp in the water.  Ninety minutes, rather exhausted but exhilarated, I was in the car heading for Middlesex for a 10am meeting and then onto North London for a 2 pm meeting, probably getting back to Brighton by 6pm ish.  A long hard busy morning following by a long hard busy day no doubt followed by a long hard restless night.  Living the dream baby, living the dream!!