My official position will come as no surprise to my 3 loyal readers: swimming is not natural, not for me anyhow. I don't swim, I drown in one direction until I hit a wall, and then I drown in the other direction until I can't take it anymore, then I stand up and gasp for a while, then repeat.
While I have been killing myself to the tune of three 600m yard workouts a week, the support staff saunters in to our weekly swim classes (read: torture sessions) with no preparations, and casually reels off laps one after the other. While I stand hypoxic between sets, I get flashbacks to SCUBA diving, where the rest of us are on empty and the support staff has a 1/2 tank left. My goal is to be less frantic and take longer inhales, slowing speed down a little to improve calm. Again the parallel with SCUBA, where calm is King.
Mundane updates: Marie Reed Pool is super convenient to where my guy friends live, and a great place to practice flip turns because it is a 25
m yard pool. Earlier in the week, I did reel off a couple 100
m yard swims there, so the other modest goal this week is to make it 125
m yard or 150
m yard. We shall see. The flip turns are great technically speaking, but that is more time you can't breathe, so that isn't great. I have pretty much given up on running since swimming is wearing me out so much. Turns out my dislike of running in the cold is stronger than my fear of running out of air and drowning--go figure.
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