The culmination of man-flu, workload and laziness kept me out of the swimming pool for a couple of weeks. When I got back in the pool, the swimming was a nearly dire as my singing.
The timing was off, I had no zip in my legs and my shoulders felt like they had hot lead running through them. You lose it that quick. After years of not swimming much, you can imagine how much it hurt when I started again last year.
And last week, I was in the curious position of doing a bit of suit work. Not, thankfully, any ‘handling of the client’. A mixture of flu doing the rounds, a new client and the fact I used to be a suit for someone else in their category meant I was seconded to lubricate a mass of press ads through the system, copy check and a whole host of stuff I haven’t done in years. And it was bloody hard.
It reminded me why anyone who’s not a suit (or in traffic for that matter) should thank the lord for these people who do the things we don’t want to.
Both instances also showed the value of never thinking you’re too good to practice. It’s not just about getting better – the less you do, the worse you get.


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