The Forecast is Fun...

So, the "honeymoon period", if I should use such a phrase when referring to the exploits of mine and Seb's, is over. One measly kilometre last week. Pah. This week, the real training was to begin. For real, I mean. Really.

"I'm going to take it easy this week; I've not been well over the weekend." said Seb as we got into his car. So entranced was I by his effortless use of a semicolon in his speech, I almost forgot to reply.

"Oh yeah... me too, I gave blood on monday, and I've just finished an eight hour shift"

So that, as they say, was that. This didn't mean we had to take it any less seriously! We could take it easy and maintain a professional attitude towards our training. After all, we've still got ages! With these thoughts in mind, we suited, booted, Flotted and Jetted ourselves up and headed into the pool.

"Okay, guess whether my feet are on the floor, or not on the floor!" Seb called excitedly as his head bobbed on the surface, like a Talking Cocoa Buoy. I have to be honest, it was quite easy to guess whether he was treading water or standing on the bottom of the pool, due to the fact that he only bobbed when treading water. Which gave me an idea when it came to my turn. Twice, Seb guessed "Not on the floor" correctly, as I was treading water. Then, I stood on the floor and made what I intended to be a convincing treading-water-bobbing motion. He took the bait.

"Not on the floor!" He said.

"No, Wrong!! I was standing on the floor!!!"

We had a good long laugh about that.

As we were swimming along later (a whole lane each, we had!), Seb gave me an invitation I hope never to hear from him again.

"Have a look at my toenail."

I did. I immediately wished I hadn't. The toenail on the big toe of his left foot was hanging off. By some impossible thread. Seb will probably be able to give you a more detailed account of my reaction, but as far as my recollection goes, I wore an empathetic, pained expression on my face and saluted him a lot. I think he deserved it. He valiantly tried to swim on, and regularly updated me with bulletins such as "It feels like the water is pushing it out at a ninety degree angle from my foot. It's not, but it feels like it."

I saluted him, and then sank, as I forgot that I was using my hands to keep me afloat.

Soon after this, we got out, ending what was perhaps the least intense of any training session that has taken place anywhere, ever. In the whole history of Life on Earth. Just ask David Attenborough; I'm sure he'll back me up. We experienced an important reminder tonight, though. A reminder to always have fun!

In the words of Spongebob:

"F is for friends who do stuff together,
U is for You and me,
N is for anywhere and anytime at all,
Down here in the deep blue sea!!"

Is there anything that Sponge can't do?