Tonight I banked a 2 hour slow session in the pool (5k+, surely?!). The last splish splashy, monthly endurance bore off until we brave the Solent.
For once I didn't suffer from calf cramp, shoulder pain or needing a wee. For me this is PROGRESS! I swear I was doing doggy paddle by the end... I was as delirious as Martin Strel, but lacked the bottle of Jamesons on the poolside.
Previously I'd reached the 3k mark by means of the Big Speedo Swim in Nottingham. (See piccy; that's me in the green cap and black wetsuit... I'm the one trying to dunk my faster mates!)