It's another lovely spring day. According to Google spring starts today, I always thought it started tomorrow. Whatever, it's not raining, it's my birthday and I have the day off work.
My first port of call is The Lido. All good and wonderful apart from the missing wall which was blown down in the storm. I leave my bike and jacket and head off for a birthday run.
I start with a quickish jog up Kite Hill. My belly feels all blown-out and doughy, maybe it was a bit greedy to have that third slice of birthday panettone and Marmite. If you've never tried panettone and Marmite why ever not? Best with butter even though I don't really like butter.
Second port of call, The Men's Pond. I receive a big warm birthday welcome from Mr. D the Lifeguard Man. The pond is completely empty apart from a few ducks and a huge cormorant who stares straight at me as I saunter across the springboard. He/she reminds me of Batman. I execute a perfect birthday dive in to the water, the cormorant nods approvingly. Have I mentioned that it's my birthday today? It's lovely and warmish in the pond, I swim for five minutes. Soon I'm off on my merry way up to Kenwood, across the Red Arches and back down to The Lido.
The Lido. Ten degrees. Deserted. Sorted. I set myself an ambitious target of 10 lengths and reduce that to five before my fingers have even entered the water. I end swimming up two very enjoyable birthday lengths. Nice hot shower before heading up to the San Siro for birthday lunch with me pals.
Did I mention it's my birthday today?
My first port of call is The Lido. All good and wonderful apart from the missing wall which was blown down in the storm. I leave my bike and jacket and head off for a birthday run.
I start with a quickish jog up Kite Hill. My belly feels all blown-out and doughy, maybe it was a bit greedy to have that third slice of birthday panettone and Marmite. If you've never tried panettone and Marmite why ever not? Best with butter even though I don't really like butter.
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| Panettone with Marmite |
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| Cormorant |
The Lido. Ten degrees. Deserted. Sorted. I set myself an ambitious target of 10 lengths and reduce that to five before my fingers have even entered the water. I end swimming up two very enjoyable birthday lengths. Nice hot shower before heading up to the San Siro for birthday lunch with me pals.
Did I mention it's my birthday today?