Wednesday, 23 February 2011

Swim Team

Last night I decided to go along to Triathlon club. Don't ask me why I decided this, considering I am not really into running/cycling/swimming in any way. I suppose I just thought it would be something cool to do for a young man of reasonable health.

I walked in enthusiastically to the pool session and went up and introduced myself to the coach. While talking to her I tried to think back to the last time I actually swam a length.... nothing really came to mind. I then became painfully aware of my baggy trunks and lack of swimming cap or goggles.

Fast forward ten minutes. It was then I realised I had no idea how to swim properly. After a couple of lengths keeping up with the pack I had swallowed half the pool and almost popped a lung. I didn't know when to breath, I didn't know you could bend your arms and I didn't know I had to point my toes. I was an absolute disaster.

An hour an a half later I left the pool, a well and truly broken man.

They haven't seen the last of me.

1 comment:

  1. oh dear! haha I'm sorry...

    glad to see you blogging again ;)