the outdoor fitness boom. I was using my daily trip out for walking my shielding neighbours’ dog (another tick), which I told myself was good exercise, but really, watching all these people doing pull-ups on tree branches, unfurling yoga mats on dewy grass and jogging up hills past me, I knew it didn’t amount to an actual workout.
At least, I told myself, we were getting out of the house.And then I found my thing: a thing pre-lockdown me would never have believed possible.
Yes, I have become a cold-water-swimming convert, just like my husband, who can’t believe it either – because it normally takes me until the last day of a long-haul holiday to get into a heated pool, and then under duress.
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