By then I'd done 12 lengths (or 'laps' - the cogniscenti call them 'laps' - must remember that), and since my daughter tells me the pool is 25 metres long, that adds up to 300 metres or nearly a third of a kilometre. That may not sound much, but it's further than I could walk at the weekend!
After a long rest in the Sauna, it was off home (they'd closed the cafe for lunch), with a walk across the car park that I'd been dreading (think of the North face of the Eiger). It turned out to be quite bearable.
After sleeping most of the afternoon away, it was off to a charity quiz night - along with a bottle of wine, beef carpaccio and three hours sitting at a table. Maybe half-way through the quiz I realised my feet felt warm, more comfortable than they had for days - weeks maybe - odd eh?
At the end of the evening I walked off feeling almost normal. Still feeling quite good. Wonder why?
Remembering that this is all about not having my legs cut off, my first conclusion - not knowing anything at all about neuropathy - is that if by doing something right I can reduce the pain from my condition a) it may not be an unchangeable trip downhill, and b) it may not be what my trail through the internet suggested. Bit optimistic perhaps, but there's nothing to be gained from pessimism.
Off to get the swimming gear together. Don't call me Ishmael, call me Moby Dick. Pip pip!