17 minutes and 38 seconds ...
About 2 minutes short of my February record of the 800m swim for the NUS Biathlon. And about 8 more weeks to the Triathlon ... again.
Think I'm getting too old for such things.
Blogger's been going bonkers of late. I've had an entry some time last week, quite eloquently posed, which was lost. I lost another posted on faithful 'Teachers' Day'. Yeh, perhaps the only day one feels it's all worthwhile. Yet again, somehow, this year, it was somewhat anti-climactic. Maybe it's because the kids are having a study break so I hardly saw many of them.
Maybe it's just expectations ... the expectations not met. As Charlotte so poignantly reminded me - "it's the language of love and very often we all speak a different language. But it doesn't mean it isn't there."
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