I really thought I was going to have an attack of some sort. The lifeguard was definitely keeping an eye on me, or was I just being paranoid? It was very scary....there I was at feckitsearly o'clock in my cossie, very very slowly trying to remind my body what to do....and being overtaken and lapped by old people whipping up and down the pool like olympians. Himself had crept out of bed this morning and whispered 'I'm going for a swim....do you want to come?' and I stupidly said yes. Half way along the first length I felt sick and my heart began to pound...am I so unfit? obviously yes. I made a valiant attempt for someone who usually just likes to faff about in a hotel/villa pool, so after 6 horrible horrible lengths of the pool I feigned biliousness (not much feigning actually...I felt like death warmed up and hurt in all sorts of places) and retired to the showers, where I sat down in the cubicle with my towel around me wondering about my sanity....is it too late to try to get fit? really?. Himself took me out to breakfast later so reading the papers and having someone else pour the orange juice was lovely......a good start to our 28th wedding anniversay...is it all down hill from here?