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Swimming: The sport of Satan….

The trips to the gym have continued and slowly but surely I have endeavoured to move from the cafe into a class, or from the sauna into using my swimsuit.

Today, I tackled swimming.

Historically my style of swimming is the one that cramps your neck from the effort of keeping as much of your neck, face, and hair dry.  I tend to casually float from one side of the pool to the other, often with a rest in between, until boredom kicks in and i leave the pool with the mental attitude of feeling like I have done a work out and the physical feeling of having a lovely long bath.

Today, I decided to actually try to burn a calories or two.  Because I was serious about being serious I even attempted to look the part and spent a good thirty minutes trying to locate my swimming goggles, last seen circa 1986.

I failed on the goggle hunt, but did manage to find BB’s pink Zoggs, which I figured would do the trick.  I considered for a moment her Peppa Pig swimhat but felt my similarity to a side of bacon in my swimmers was pronounced enough without sticking a sign on my head.

Then I headed to the pool, secured my day glo pink goggles and sucked in my stomach and dived in.

Sweet bananas, it was cold.

I flung myself into the sport in the style of a young Missy Franklin, and I tore up the 18 metre pool in fury, shaming the grey haired mistresses who ambled along in the slow lane.  I reached the wall and flipped and headed back to the spot where I had flopped in.

Sweet nectar, I was knackered.

I also realised that in dressing that morning I had picked up my sons’ nose instead of my own.  Everytime I came up for air I felt a flood cascading down my nasal passage.

In my head I had envisioned myself as mermaid like, cutting through the water with the style and grace of a dolphin.

In reality I was more like a whale suffering from hay fever with bright pink goggles on.

It got worse.

A tanned lady joined me in my lane without my realising, sporting a smooth swimhat, and appropriate age goggles joined me in my lane and proceed to be everything I wanted to be.

Sleek and elegant, she drove through the water at breakneck speed, breathing with rhythm and barely adding any colour to her cheeks.

I chose not to see it as a reason to leave the pool but instead as a reason to go on.

So, without letting her know, I challenged her to a race.

We were off, I pounded the ripples, head firmly sunken, my lungs tearing in my chest, my heart beating with a scream.

We were neck and neck.

I turned my head to breathe and my competitor kicked on, sending a wave through my open mouth.  I choked on a mix of chlorine and snot, and blinked away fury.

I strove on, ignoring the fact that I had nearly drowned.

I could see her painted toenails in my wake, and the end was almost nigh.  I dived back under the blue and squeezed my eyes tight and reached for the win.

It fell away from my arm and when I next surfaced I saw my foe halfway down the pool heading in the opposite direction.

I was a loser.

Shame filled me and I raised myself out of the water with weary arms and headed to the sauna to sweat out my sadness.

Twenty minutes later, after I had heated up I watched her climb out of the pool in a way that seemed quite ungainly in comparison to her stroke.

She turned to head to the shower and I saw the reason for the extra effort needed to leave the water.

My competition was seriously pregnant.  I had been crushed by someone about to give birth.

Perhaps swimming is not my sport.

Comments

  1. Wallymummy says

    February 3, 2014 at 9:21 pm

    Pahahaha! Oh that did make me giggle xx

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      February 3, 2014 at 10:57 pm

      🙂

      Reply
  2. Wendy at Tots says

    February 4, 2014 at 8:44 am

    Very funny…

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      February 5, 2014 at 7:59 pm

      Thank you x

      Reply
  3. Lauranne says

    February 4, 2014 at 1:29 pm

    You so need to stick with it, if only for more posts like this!!

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      February 5, 2014 at 7:59 pm

      Ha! what if I drown?

      Reply
  4. MishMashMamma says

    February 5, 2014 at 8:05 pm

    Love it. Had me in stiches! Your post that is, not the swimming! 🙂

    Reply
    • northernmum says

      February 5, 2014 at 8:13 pm

      Thanks x x

      Reply
  5. Circus Queen says

    February 6, 2014 at 9:49 pm

    I admit it. It was me. Promise I didn’t see you.

    Reply

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