Did the late night dash to NAC last night to slip in a quick 2k after Brett came around for the weekly elbow to the sensitive bits.
All went well enough, until I got out of the pool and realized I hadn’t brought a towel. Damn I hate that. Didn’t want to get into the car wet, so I snuck into the mens and used the hand dryer to dry off. It’s a bad-weird look, crouching and wiggling into various poses in nothing but a pair of budgies, trying to angle the blasting hot air onto the various body-bits by a machine mounted not more than 3 foot off the ground. Clearly the designers only had hands in mind for its use, otherwise it would have been mounted significantly higher. Thankfully the only person to come in was wearing thongs and had whinging kids, and so I got sufficient warning to to quickly switch to hand drying – though I’m sure I looked sufficiently sheepish that he knew something was wrong – in any event he certainly kept his kids well clear.
Still no Achilles, but what can you do.
Will clock 370k on the treadley this week, so OK on that front. Enough swimming to keep it rolling along, and some “walking”.
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