Today I tried to moisturise and it actually slid right off my face.

[20thcenturyvole]

Good God, but my thighs smart. Not in an exciting, dirty way, unfortunately, but in a "You have used us for serious physical exertion; did you not expect revenge?" way

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[morbane]

Aw. =/ Agreed, the only solution is to dress down and plant yourself in front of a fan as if staring into its whir will reveal the secrets of the universe.

Not, obviously, convenient at all hours of the day.

Swimming seems like a good idea. (Again dehydrating, though). I can think of a few exercises to suggest but you were probably given some by your roller trainers too.

Kia kaha. I'm sorry I can't send you the Antarctic.

[20thcenturyvole]

Our power bill this month is going to break the bank, and it's all going to be because of the fan. I keep thinking "It's okay, I'm cool enough now," and turning it off, and then five seconds later getting up and turning it back on again because no, no I am not. I am starting to slosh from all the orange-flavoured Vitafresh I'm guzzling just so I can have something cold in my hand and mouth at all times.

The derby ladies did indeed give us many exercises to do: specialised stretches, and even a workout DVD. We're going to do those as a flat, to keep each other motivated. I do want to go swimming too, though; I practically squee'd when Jenni told me there's a spa practically down the street. I actually really miss swimming. I haven't done it regularly since I was 9 and there was a beach almost literally on our doorstep. It's always been one of my favourite things to do, even if a public pool means I'll be doing it under the nerve-wracking stares of fitter people.

[morbane]

I find pool changing rooms kind of reassuring, because even without gawking at everyone, you get the impression that, well, this is what real people look like (flaps and freckles and bulges and all). Perhaps I personally don't care so much that they all swim faster than me because I resigned myself to being a slow swimmer around the age of 5.

[20thcenturyvole]

A good point. I have always suffered from changing-room paranoia, but it's not quite as bad as the performance anxiety I suffer from in gyms. The great advantage of being incredibly short-sighted is that once I take my glasses off at the pool, the other swimmers are just vague blobs anyway. Although I don't like it when it hits peak hours and I have to share my lane. Away with you, other swimmers! I am in my groove!

[morbane]

Lane etiquette is so crucial! I find myself getting ridiculously mad about tiny points of behaviour, like coming to the end of a lane and stopping and not really indicating whether or not you mean to go on; splashing, etc. But I guess it makes sense. For half an hour or so, that IS your world, and people's behaviour drastically affects that world. I just find myself getting weirdly righteous.

I'm happy Freyberg is open again. It was closed for two months. Soooooon.