Don't Judge Me

6.30am, leave the boat for the London Aquatics Centre. Ballardian sunshine, ongoing heatwave. Water thoughts cool my body.

Get to the lockers, pull out shorts, goggles, flip flops and… where’s my towel?! Damn… see myself cancelling the swim, walking back to the boat, grabbing the towel (which I hung by the diesel furnace last night), and heading into work.

Or… what’s the worst that could happen? Slightly wet clothes. Dry in the Olympic Park. Cooled down by the Overground’s aircon.

Smile to myself, lock my belongings, head for the pool. Middle lane boy. Use the outside of my underwear afterwards.