Owwwwwwwww!

Went to the local triclub's swim training session tonight, so I can learn to do lots of strange things.

Not sure if it was some sort of initiation ritual, but as I'm drowning happily along (in my side of the lane I hasten to add) suddenly BANG and I've been severely twatted by a fist in the face.

Blood all over the place, and I'm still trying to work out if my nose is actually bent. The other guy was very apologetic. As he should be.

It's never happened when I've been running...

To be honest it was nice to have an excuse to stop though.