I went swimming again on Friday.
Again I enjoyed ploughing up and down the pool time and time again but this was less of a coaching session and more overall fitness which left me pretty exhausted at the end.
Swimming has this way of creeping up on you so that you feel ok in the pool but then can't summon the strength to push the changing room door open.
That is how I felt as I staggered out of Dragon School pool on Friday night when it suddenly hit me: I had cycled to work and, due to the law of physics, would have to cycle home as well.
Ok you might say, so what. Well it is more than 8 miles from Summertown to Tri Chicken's casa and, even more importantly, I had to negotiate Cumnor Hill along the way.
I seriously thought I might have to get off and push the bike at one point but stupid pride kept me going.
Still, at least my wife was understanding about my exhausted state. At least that is what I thought she meant by looking at me for a second before returning to the telly!
It's nice to be appreciated.