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Stayed up last night watching horror movies and doing my lesson plan for today....so instead of going to bed I just said fuck it and went swimming.
Okay....so at 6:00 in the morning the only people out swimming are the varsity hs swimmers who are now in college - and older middle-aged people who kick even more ass swimming because they've been doing it longer. So I feel completely pathetic. On the plus side however, swimmers as a group are much friendlier than just about any other group of athletes.
I was watching this older woman next to me do lap after lap (I think she got to a 100 before she took a break - or maybe it was because her goggles were getting fogged). Anyway....I asked her if she exhaled under water. I'm having a lot of problems in the breathing dept....because I don't breathe enough....and by the time I hit my fourth lap I have to stop because I'm out of breath even though my muscles aren't that tired.
So she cocks her head...thinks...and then says: "Yes! Of course! That would make sense. It's just so unconscious I don't think about it. I must exhale under water."
I asked her how she did the little flippy thing swimmers do when they reach the end of the lane without getting water up her nose.
"Oh...that. I just exhale when I go into it, and then take a breath when I come up." That was unconscious too....she had to think about it.
Great....natural athletes. The frustrating thing about swimming is that I think if I had not had the shit scared out of me at an early age by my swimming instructor, I would be better at it than I am now. I would have unconscious breathing habits and be able to do flippy things on the exhale. Because most athletic things I'm pretty quick at picking up (well except for bowling...but bowling doesn't count). But swimming is the only activity where the smell of chlorine and splashing watter causes my throat to tighten a little, my pupils to dilate, and my heart to race.
Crippled for life and destined to be a tadpole forever. *sigh*
Okay....so at 6:00 in the morning the only people out swimming are the varsity hs swimmers who are now in college - and older middle-aged people who kick even more ass swimming because they've been doing it longer. So I feel completely pathetic. On the plus side however, swimmers as a group are much friendlier than just about any other group of athletes.
I was watching this older woman next to me do lap after lap (I think she got to a 100 before she took a break - or maybe it was because her goggles were getting fogged). Anyway....I asked her if she exhaled under water. I'm having a lot of problems in the breathing dept....because I don't breathe enough....and by the time I hit my fourth lap I have to stop because I'm out of breath even though my muscles aren't that tired.
So she cocks her head...thinks...and then says: "Yes! Of course! That would make sense. It's just so unconscious I don't think about it. I must exhale under water."
I asked her how she did the little flippy thing swimmers do when they reach the end of the lane without getting water up her nose.
"Oh...that. I just exhale when I go into it, and then take a breath when I come up." That was unconscious too....she had to think about it.
Great....natural athletes. The frustrating thing about swimming is that I think if I had not had the shit scared out of me at an early age by my swimming instructor, I would be better at it than I am now. I would have unconscious breathing habits and be able to do flippy things on the exhale. Because most athletic things I'm pretty quick at picking up (well except for bowling...but bowling doesn't count). But swimming is the only activity where the smell of chlorine and splashing watter causes my throat to tighten a little, my pupils to dilate, and my heart to race.
Crippled for life and destined to be a tadpole forever. *sigh*
