Yesterday I found my swim to be quite tough. There was one highlight. The lady I was sharing a lane with happened to reach the end at the same time as me. I said to her this is my last lap want to race. We said go and I swam my heart out. I got flogged but it was such a fun impulsive moment.
Took my son to couple of bin cleans and was feeling pretty ordinary. Called into my favourite fruit shop and had a Kombucha and a snickers bowl. No snickers used though. Their bowls are always good at settling my tummy but this time nothing worked. I slept for an hour and woke feeling better. Took my boy out for his afternoon bin cleans and back to feeling ordinary. Or so I thought.
Now I could be off colour or it could be the return of my parasite. I’ll be devastated if it is. It’s nasty and I was practically bedridden for three months last year with it.
Still going swimming this morning.