Day 298
While I enjoy the idea of swimming laps, the whole process
of packing up a bag, changing into a suit, getting wet, seems like a lot of work. Which is why I’m so proud of myself for actually making it
to the pool today. I feel like a
gold medal winner and I haven’t even dipped my foot in the water.
I look for the slowest lane and slip into the water. I adjust my goggles and push off the
wall. Slow and steady, I cheer in
my head. Just keep swimming.
I swim two laps and I hang on the side of the pool panting
like a dog. I can’t seem to take
in enough air.
“Honey,” an older woman with perfectly coifed hair calls out
to me. “Can you not splash when
you swim?” It’s one of the three
seniors who lingers in the adjacent lane socializing after their water aerobics
class.
Splash, I think.
How does one swim without kicking their legs?
The next lap I stop kicking ten feet before I reach the
woman and use my arms to crawl/drag myself to the wall. I hang on the side to catch my
breath. “Was that better?”
“No, honey, still splashing,” she says.
I switch from freestyle to breaststroke and keep my feet and
arms under the water when I pass.
“Better?” I pant.
“A little splashy,” she says.
The next lap I dive beneath the water and aim for the
wall. The effort proves
monumental. I break the surface
and gasp.
“Just like that,” she says. “That’s perfect.”
Sounds like she should do her socializing somewhere else. It was kind of you to try to accomodate her. I hope you can find a balance that works for you. Best wishes as you push the swimming.
ReplyDeleteStopping by from SITS. Have a great day.
It sounds like she needs to move to a new section of the pool.
ReplyDeleteI will definitely pick a different lane next time. I kept telling myself that it was helping with my breathe control. Thanks for stopping by!
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