Plans for this end of the week have been somewhat fluid. Plan A was that I was going to be flying down to Launceston tonight (for Bruce Fairfax's memorial tomorrow), and would take advantage of a free Friday morning to do a reasonably long run then. I then discovered (thanks to a flight reminder e-mail on Tuesday night) that I'd somehow booked a morning flight by mistake. Plan B was to pick up the car early (my parents were flying in at 1pm and had booked a rental car), drop my gear in it and go for a run from somewhere like Evandale, but I couldn't pick up the car without them being present because the booking was in Dad's name. (Plan B2, doing a run from the airport, was also scuttled because there are no luggage lockers). That meant plan C, which consisted of switching the run back to tomorrow, heading into town from the airport and filling some of the time by going for a swim.
(Strangely enough, 10 years ago I had a swim session in Launceston under similar circumstances
, although on that occasion the stuff-up was the airline's rather than mine).
The session itself was fine, even if my goggles weren't quite behaving. Got into it more as it went on. As you'd expect at this time on a weekday, my arrival increased the percentage of pool patrons in the 10-60 age range substantially.