i am no frog
in a vain attempt to stay fit and trim i have enrolled in a masters' swimming class. now, don't misunderstand, i am no master swimmer. i'm barely a novice swimmer, but masters' swimming was the only class that didn't involve little tikes in swim diapers and water wings. ugh. so i signed up.
at the first work out i quickly realised that i have no idea how to breathe properly while swimming. i HOLD MY BREATH while my face is in the water and then force myself to quickly exhale and inhale when i turn my head. gasping, that's what it's called. i had no idea that you had to exhale in the water. who knew? i am no frog...
so i've been spending the last 3 workouts in the slow lane practicing breathing. this requires lots of kick drills while keeping my face in the water and glug glug glugging through my nose in order to exhale. then i turn my head up and breathe in deeply through my mouth. it works 2 out of every 5 breaths, or so; but i'm certainly improving. i can even freestyle two or three laps without holding my breath and getting a throbbing headache.
but, last night there was a severe wake in the pool - not sure why, it wasn't very crowded. must have been a very aggro swimmer a few lanes down. in any case, i swallowed so much of that disgusting pool water that this morning i feel as if i might have an intestinal parasite. ugh. i am fitfully trying to cleanse my intestines with fizzy water and it does seem to be helping a bit...
i suppose an intestinal parasite is a small price to pay for a long and lithe swimmer's bod and highly efficient lungs - if i don't croak before achieving it.
posted by bls @ 10:32 AM
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