Thursday 14th January: Back in the pool

I have just done my first training session after six weeks off, and, while I was expecting it to be absolutely horrendous, I was pleasantly surprised.

But, there's somethig niggling away inside, I think it's actually a memory, that is saying the second session is always the worst. And, given that I did write tonight's set, and made it quite easy, I think that niggle will become a reality come my second session on Sunday.

But, aside from all that, I feel great. My lungs have expanded, those endorphins are flying around (I'm smiling at strangers, I feel that great), and the lethargy I've been feeling the past few weeks has disappeared. Hell, I could run the London marathon now if I had to.

I'm sure the low will follow, most likely when I wake up in the morning and can't move, but hey, I'm going to live this moment and carry on being sickeningly smug, because frankly, it doesn't happen that often.