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Day 166
To the Chelsea Health Club & Spa for a swimming masterclass with Adam Walker. As the only woman in the group, and the only person aged over 45, I felt a bit conspiciuous. Most of the young men managed to master the technique and swim the 25m length without taking a breath. I tried, and kicked, but still came up spluttering after a paltry half length.
Adam's an extraordinary swimmer. He powered across the channel in 2008, and since then has swum Spain to Morocco and back, Molokai to Oahu in Hawaii, Catalina Channel in LA, the Tugaru Channel in Japan, The Cook Strait, NZ and Ireland to Scotland.
He'd been told he'd never swim again after rupturing his bicep tendon, so developed a new stroke that took the pressure off the shoulder. That's what we were learning today.
Before this, I'd tried out a number of innovative and exhausting gym contraptions, including something called the Zone Dome, essentially a treadmill with HD lndscape imagery.
All of this activity in the newly refurbished, posh spa in the Chelsea Football stadium in Stamford Bridge, which I cycled to and from. And now, I'm feeling my age. In so many ways.
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