I spent this morning down at the pool as I have now almost every saturday for a long time. For the last 18 months I have spent this time sitting on my lazy, “i’m pregnant” or “I’m breastfeeding so I’ll have a second slice” bum, drinking a latte, and remembering to occasionally look over and wave at three year old blowing bubbles during swimming class. This morning was different. This week J2 finally waved goodbye to the boobs so I decided it was time to stop using the continuance of her food supply as an excuse for lack of exercise and get back in the pool. It felt good. Ears in the water, all noise blocked out I retreated into my head with no distractions. In fact this morning I wrote whole blog posts as I crawled up and down the pool. If I had a dictophone that could record me talking underwater with a mouth full of marbles, I could get it all down on paper.
I’ve been mulling an idea over for a while and alluded to it in this post last summer. With regular competitive sailing a distant memory at the moment I am really missing the complete salt water hit that skiff sailing once gave me. So I have set myself a new long term goal of completing a short ocean swimming race. When I mentioned this to Reg he nearly choked on his coffee. His goal in life he says is to remove things from his to do list whereas he says mine seems to be to add them. It makes sense to me though as we are already at the pool at least once a week. Pools have creches (for a mid-week session) and for open water training perhaps the family can follow me in the tinny?
So in the interests of Reg’s sanity this is a long term goal. Get fit in the pool first. Overcome an acute fear of having foot bitten off by a shark. Do some research .
Why am I doing this? Quite simply for myself and my own sanity. To motivate myself to get properly fit and to get that feeling that only a serious injection of salt water can provide. This feeling is summed up perfectly by Shaun Tomson in his book “Surfer’s Code”:
“Because surfing stays with me after I leave the waves — in the salt on my skin, the pleasant ache in my shoulders, that general sense of well-being that warms my whole body like a summer day — I can draw on those physical sensations to nourish the imagination and invigorate my life every day”.
I’m writing about this here, publicly, so I can’t chicken out and in the vain hope someone might be silly enough to join me? I know it won’t be easy so I’d love to hear from anyone who has done one or has some advice.