Imagine you are sitting at your desk, at a window. Outside, rain is softly falling from light grey skies, soaking the grass and the road and the trees and shrubs and roofs and cars and people. A cold, wet spring day. You are stuck at your desk, working on the chapter of a forthcoming book. Your back is sore from sitting too much all week. Your legs are restless from not swimming for several days. But you are still eating like you were swimming 5k a day, and are starting to feel grubby.
That is all.
A portrait of the marathon swimmer as a middle aged dude.