I object!

I object ...

I started this post in my head last Wednesday morning clocking my 3km swim at Doncaster. I do this all the time with text messages, compose great ones in my head and then never actually send them, leaving the non-receiver hanging (I'm sure) and me thinking I'm on top of my game. Anyway, back to my killer post that was written last week.

It started because I object to a few things swimming... I object to the fact that I don't seem to ever get any better, that I'm destined to be the slow medium lane swimmer forever. That is unless you count the people that swim in the medium lane, who should really be in the slow lane - why do people do that?

I object to the price of a swim at Doncaster going up, I would object less if I had time to make full use of my $7 something to jump in the spa but I had to get to work (I again object!). I also really object to the plethora of retired people who clog up the swimming lanes when they could be quite clearly sleeping in and going later in the day! 

I object to my bathers losing their elastic and wearing thin so quickly. I used to always blame my nana for ironing the bathers in primary school, but maybe it really was just the washing...saying that I'm not sure I have actually ever washed my current togs!

I object to TP getting a cold at one of the most inconvenient weeks of training.

Most of all this week I object to the crappy weather that has coincided with my week of leave which was purely intended for exercise goodness and general life admin tasks. Enough said, I OBJECT!