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Swim training gear

My big guy is a swimmer, amongst other things, so there is a high chance of me spending an hour or two at the pool each week, sans baby, ‘relaxing’ and mindlessly playing Jurassic Park.  <<< There you have it people, my dirty little secret is out.

What a waste of fucking time.  

I have talked and talked about how great it would be if I just grew some balls and got in the pool and swam some laps while I was there.  

Two problems;

  1. Togs
  2. Me wearing togs.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not deluded about my body shape/size etc.  I’m feeling good about how things are hanging at 35 and after two jumbo boys.  I feel good IN clothes, not so much in lycra – in public.  But who does right?  Supermodels? Lucky I don’t know any supermodels.

So I put on my big girl panties and splashed out at The Warehouse. There was no way I was spending mega bucks on a pair of togs that may only get worn once – let’s be honest – and will undoubtedly get consumed by chlorine in due course IF they were worn more than once!  I came home with a swimming cap and a pair of the most goddamn ugly sports togs you have ever seen.  I didn’t even try them on because frankly, they weren’t going to look any better on then off!

Sunday was to be the day.  E had swim training from 9.30-10.30am and I was primed and ready.  I even googled ‘how to swim laps’ to ensure I was extra ready, there’s pool etiquette to follow you know people!

We arrived, turns out there was no training {major mummy brain moment) so E set about coaching me for the next hour.

It actually was awesome.  Trying to stuff my big afro into a cap didn’t work very well and wasn’t at all awesome, but aside from that it was a-ok.  I forgot about my fugly togs as soon as I was in the water, and I loved exercising with my son.  The pools weren’t that busy so we had a lane to ourselves and with Ethan’s guidance we swam many, many lengths.  Freestyle, breaststroke and backstroke, over and over again.  It’s quiet when you’re swimming, it doesn’t hurt, you can’t twist your ankle and you can’t stop halfway as you’ll be in the middle of the pool!

The best part is that I’m fairly certain I’m going to do it again.  The addition of fins on about half of the lengths put a little more burn in the quads, plus, an arm workout with no press-ups yah!

Out of the comfort zone and I survived, do it.  I dare you.

 

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