Week 1 of cycling – complete!
If progress is cycling both to and from the swimming pool without walking the bike up either of the two ‘hills’, then I have progressed. I am rapidly developing contempt for pedestrians who will walk in cycle lanes, and a surprising respect for the majority of car drivers who actually do stop when I am waiting at a zebra crossing to get to the next part of the cycle pathway.
However, let’s not get carried away, as soon as the car park is back in commission – I will be driving!
The loneliness of the 30 min swimmer
Cycling may make you a little more tired by the time you get to the pool for a swim, but there is nothing like an empty pool to reinvigorate you.
When you want to swim, you do not want splashing people getting in the way, you want to concentrate on the rhythm of your stroke and have as efficient a time as possible. Or at least I do, and having someone else in your lane lessens the pleasure.
So it was with considerable delight that the only person who was in the pool when I arrived left it just as I was getting in!
These pleasures never last, of course and soon – although later rather than sooner – other people selfishly intruded on my isolation. However, by the time they arrived my swim was almost over and I therefore count myself as having had a good experience and an efficient work out.
The composition of my post-swim tea appears to have regularized itself into a mixture that I like and I was able to drink and consider in sunshine which was unseasonably warm.
The notes that I made in my Little Book are already the draft of a poem at http://smrnewpoems.blogspot.com.es/ and, as ever, I welcome readers!
Lunch was in one of the few places in Castelldefels that doesn’t hike its prices over the weekend for a menu del dia. Unfortunately my main dish will not be appearing in Toni’s blog because I was halfway through it before I remembered about the camera. My starter of Caesar Salad was photographed and was delicious.
We were very lucky to get a table and it was only because our timing was immaculate that we were able to segue our way into a table that became vacant as we walked in through the door. We were also recognised by the owner and as reasonably good customers it was in his interest to see us seated. An excellent meal.
The forums in the Open University are beginning to become a little more strident as the range and quantity of work that is being asked of us increases.
The End of Module Assessment is causing various levels of hysteria, especially as we are nearing the cut off date for the submission of a very detailed pro forma outlining what we intend to do. This pro forma is not given a mark, but if you don’t complete it you fail the course! That concentrates minds I can tell you.
My choice of paintings and artist is a little off centre and the choice of critical documents that I have to use it a little difficult. However, I am encouraged by recent comments by my tutor who seems to be fairly flexible in an approach will might see me subvert (a favourite word in this particular course) one piece which is feminist in tone and re-imagine it as a representative piece of Queer Theory polemic. Gender criticism is amenable to twisting. At least I hope it is. Because that is what I am going to do. And soon!