Where's Wally?

Got up at some ungodly hour and thought about going for a run, I didn't want to but I told myself I'd just put my run things on, I didn't actually have to go out.  Well after fighting my way in to a sports bra and compression leggings I wasn't going to let them go to waste.  I was slow but that's okay, it's just about getting out and getting moving.

After lunch, not content with one crazy moment, G took me to the river for a swim (he sensibly watched from the bank).

Today I was the river!  I didn't realise how camoflagued my black rash vest and green hat made me against the peat laden water until I looked at photographs after. Time for a silly swim hat methinks!

I was so glad to get to the river today.  To be in the water, to let it wash the world away.  I love rivers because you can play against the flow. Ride it like a log flume downstream and then hit the spot going up where you swim in place!  It felt so freeing (no, that's not missing a z) to be back in the water after a week out of it.  Passersby meant I just had to suck it up and act like it was a pleasant temperature!