Swimming at lunchtime

I went swimming at lunchtime! I felt super-productive.

I managed 20 min of swimming, doing 20 laps = 0.5km or ⁵/₁₆ of a mile.

I still need to practice the routine though. I went out for an hour, 10 min each way travelling, 10 min each way changing and showering, and 20 min swimming. But that meant I had to nibble a sandwich while working, which isn't really perfect for sandwiches or for work.

But if I can do it at lunchtime, or before work, I can get a little bit of refreshing exercise and still have the evening free. Either way involves leaving the house somewhat earlier, but if I shower at the gym, and get 20 minutes of waking up out of the way, I can probably leave the house earlier without feeling that just means an hour more of work (which would be nice, but doesn't really drive me to get started at 8.30).

I got some prescription fog-proof goggles and they're awesome! They're not quite right (the prescription doesn't do astigmatism), but I never quite got the hang of opening my eyes without getting them full of water, or ever bothered to buy some decent goggles, so being able to see even after I duck my head under is really wonderful, as is being able to see people's faces, clocks, signs, and where I'm going. I think I need one of those funny nose-clips next.

I look really strange with goggles on: they make my head look tiny, and my back looks giant and hairy when I'm wet. But hey, everyone else could see that all along, and seemed perfectly happy with it, so there's no point worrying just because I can see myself too :)

Dear Movie Protagonist

I had a rant prepared about "stop being so wet, I don't care if you're too shy to express them, but have an opinion about something!" and "your problem is not that you have new relationship energy with someone else, it's that you and your fiance have nothing in common".

But that's not true, is it? Shakespeare wrote awesome plays about "oh look, new relationship energy, lets make really unfortunate decisions" and "oh dear, I don't know what to do now, oh look, everyone's dead".

But more and more mainstream films just make me want to yell at the characters to pull themselves together, but that doesn't help because (a) me yelling at people is no more informative than other people yelling at me (b) everything already happened and (c) it's fictional.