Swimming day 495 - Monday 11th June 2012

11^th June came around pretty fast for me; one day I was on holiday in the South of France in 25 degree heat and sunshine and the very next I was standing in Brighton in rain and greyness.  I am not sure after a week away if I have retained the interest of anyone reading my blog (I hope I haven’t lost everyone so close to the swim!!  Is anyone out there there there there echo echo echo), but for my own sanity I will keep writing for art least if I write it down then it makes me believe it is all still happening and not some dream.

After a wonderful family holiday, which included swimming in the water of Monaco in 25 degrees and lots of big fish, I was back at the beach today at 6.30am.  I almost however didn’t go!  All last night instead of reading and sleeping my usual 4 hours I spent the time fretting – should I swim in the morning or start again Tuesday; why Tuesday and not Monday; just because, no other reasoning than that! My mind was going around and around; swim don’t swim, swim don’t swim, what’s one more morning off, go on lie in, no I can’t, I must swim, I must swim and on and on and on.  By 5.30am I was up and dressed and totally fed up with the endless arguing in my head.  Sitting in the car in my drive at 5.50am, having has a glass of orange juice to settle my nerves (scotch not allowed before 6am!) I decided swim had to win.  I was therefore at the beach by 6.15am and sitting once again in my car outside the pier and looking at a wet and raining sky, a semi rough sea and only one or two drenched runners.  The mind was once again busy; swim to the first buoy and back, don’t swim just get in and our, go to work why bother swimming, swim around the buoys and on and on….  do you et the picture!!  6.30am in the arch and in my trunks and all alone again (Paul F was there and gone by this time); should I wait for Big Bob, LB and Mike et al, or should I go now, or should I go to work, or should I go back to bed arggggggg!

6.40am in the sea, not as cold as I expected and headed on my own around the pier.  I really didn’t expect to do that, but all the arguing in my head had to stop and the best way to do that was have a decent swim.  If only I realised it would have been that easy I would have gone at 5am!

Hopefully, now I am back in the swim of things, tonight will be a sound sleep and I can join Big Bob and LB for a gentle and normal morning.

As for right now, I’m off to the gym for an hour; or should I go home, or maybe stay at work, or go to bed or arrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh………