Having spent weeks in training for the event, the Swim4Life posse was in peak physical condition and ready to take on any challenge and execute it with a plum. Sorry, that should be aplomb - I think. Second in charge Sergeant Major Norton-Graham also undertook responsibility for the group. Indeed, his suggestion of an Esther Williams inspired half-time water ballet was met with consternation, but recovering well, he decided that we should, during the sprints, swim 50 metres freestyle and the other 50 metres 'form' (any thing other than freestyle).
So that gallant band, swimming the allotted period of space-time continuum, swam until a full day had passed by. And upon conclusion of this length of string theory, it was discovered that the group had swum a totality of 62.2 kilometres. Which roughly translates to a distance from here to an outer galaxy and back - where here is x and the outer galaxy is undefinable. See figure '2a' below.
I hope this enlighten-i-fies you all on what took place between the days and times mentioned above and the manner in which all activites were processioned.
Now that you've glanced past this you can look at the pictures. (Reading is such a tawdry activity.) But remember if you click on the pictures they will emerge, enlargified, in another screen. Just click back on you browesr to return to normal programming.
The view at about 2.45am just before I hopped in the pool.
The place has a fabulous atmosphere in the middle of the night. It's all very at ease with itself.
And the lighting is quite different. Kenneth attacks what he thought would be his last few laps for the night.
Suddenly it's daytime. Kay, Terry and Kenneth.
Waiting for the sprints to start.
John and Lindsay discuss tactics.
This is most definitely a picture of . . . a person from our squad swimming. In our lane on March 4 . . . 2007. Definitely.
Chums. Jonathon and Peter converse.
Another of our swimmers . . . swimming. That's what we were doing . . . swimming. I'm sure you can see who it is.
Jonathon and Sharla await their turn.
Another strategy session gets under way.
Me diving in. Impressive - huh! Actually, my goggles came off and I had to hastily push them back on. I spent the 100 metres with half a fish tank in each lens.
Water, pool lane markers, black lines - the whole deal.
See comment immediately above. Just more so.
Diving. Not one of our group.
It's a dive Jim, but not as we know it. Again, not someone from our group.
Kenneth zooming through the water with the greatest of tease. Whoops, that of course swhould read 'ease'. Sorry 'bout that boss.
Terry performing breastroke.
