The rest of 2011 - between marathons

[marathondan]

The difference is that on the treadmill you can watch U2's Slane Castle DVD (as an example), listen to music, talk on the phone, eat, drink and actually generally engage with civilisation. Oh, and you can stop at any time without drowning.

Going up and down the pool staring at the black line to me is like inviting the black dog of depression to take over your life.

But at least you don't get all smelly and sweaty I suppose. I do like that bit.

I take your point. But at the moment there are enough technical difficulties to keep my brain active.

And I smell of chlorine. And as soon as I get out of the water, I start to sweat.