Diet was not working out. :(
But training was back in some order. I went to Safra after a whole day of intense brainstorming with my very delightful colleagues. Darn, the pool was crowded! It was difficult to swim in a straight line without bumping into someone. Why do some swimmers insist on splashing away in butterfly strokes in a crowded pool? Or swim breast stroke so close to you that they brush against you? I scrapped the divider rope a few times, and almost came head-on with some swimmers.
Swam 30 laps, followed by 10km MF run. Decent timing, not bad, regained 1-2min.
Came home and polished off my mum's home-cooked dinner. Ahhh.... no more bread! :)
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