I guess there's really only two ways to handle yourself in both swimming, and in life. Either you go with the flow or you fight it. I've always been a fighter. This probably explains the premature grey hairs and my general lack of energy.
Today there was no sense in fighting. I should have known from the moment I woke up, right up until the time I went to bed, when I splattered hand cream everywhere but on my hands.
Tomorrow is going to be a better day, I insist. But, I think it might take more than my trusty GHD's and some mascara to make a fitting mask.
SB xx
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