Nemo, Lance and Amanda

I'm diversifying my exercise habits. I've decided, after procrastinating for a long time, that it's time I learnt how to swim.

Swimming is a skill that has eluded me for a long time. For one, I hate having my face touched, and that includes by water. The prospect of wearing next to nothing in public is kind of off putting also, but a sport that requires waxing, even if it is "French" - well, now there's a killer reason to avoid it like the plague.

I haven't bothered to read about it, but I figured doing different types of exercise work different muscles. Since whenever I ride a bike I get a very very sore arse, I decided if I was going to fit into a swimsuit, I'd go for a bike ride.

It was maaaaaaaaarrvellous. Lambs frolicked next to the fence, unaware the World's Biggest Lamb Fan was watching in wided-eyed wonder (at least, until I rode into the ditch). I also saw a mother duck and 12 wee babies.

I learnt that next time I'll wear sunglasses and keep my mouth closed, because I was a human windscreen. I love riding my bike. But I hate the after-taste.

I got back after biking for 5kms, and strutted inside, strutted, as my legs were stuck in the "cowboy show down position". I got myself into the chair, and it took me an hour and a half to get back up.

I need a sport to ease into. Maybe bowls is the ticket.