There’s snow everywhere in Germany. Winter hanging on grimly. Hard to believe that in just over two months, we’ll be jumping into the lakes for the first races of the season. For me, that will be June 2 in Berlin. Here’s hoping we won’t have to break the ice before jumping in.
Poor health and poor weather has brought my training to a standstill. Stairs have become an effort. Cough, wheeze, cough, cough. And it’s hard to shake off a chest bug when the air is so cold. My swimmer’s lungs have all but disintergrated. It may well be a long way back from here; from being bed-ridden to racing again. My first trip to the pool might require orange floaties.
Spring? Where are you?