Shipwreck

14 April

My body is a shipwreck, smashed to bits by the dual forces of a Swimathon and the first game of cricket of the season.

Ow. Ow ow ow. I’m clearly too old for this.

The Swimathon was a success (or again to bow to my artificial format of a post-a-day) will be a success. When I swim it. Even though I have. But I tried to achieve a personal best over 1km, and failed by two whole minutes whilst still being just as exhausted as if I’d succeeded. So as I limp around the office I just have to remind myself that the team raised over £1,000 for Marie Curie Cancer Care.

Unfortunately, I may never be seaworthy again. Ow.