Friday, June 13, 2008

Swimming

This week I started swim team. When you haven't swum for nine months and you get into a pool and the coach suddenly tells you to do 100 yards of freestyle, you get very tired.

On Monday, we did 1.5 hours of breaststroke.
On Tuesday, we did 1.5 hours of butterfly.
On Wednesday, we did 1.5 hours of freestyle.
On Thursday, we did 1.5 hours of flutterkick/backstroke.
On Friday, we did 1.5 hours of starts and flip-turns.

I can't wait to sleep in tomorrow morning.

I am sore.

End of story.

6 comments:

Dr. Russell Norman Murray said...

Any chance your coach can chill out and let you play water polo?;)

Sarcastic Sally said...

Ghhh...that brings back bad memories. Don't worry, once you do it for, oh, a month or so, you'll stop being sore. :-P

Is it an indoor or outdoor pool?
(I.E. Are you going to turn into a sunburnt tomato?)

Let me know when your meets are so I can come make fun of the swim caps of your competitors, causing them to be so dejected that they fail miserably. I'll also bring my whistle along and scream at people to "WALK!!"

Abbey said...

LOL - I wish, but it seems that they take greaet plessure in making us suffer.

"100 yards of freestyle! If I see any of you stopping, we're doing the whole thing over! Make sure you do your flip turns! Ready, Go!"

Abbey said...

LOL-Beth. :)

It's an outdoor pool, but we practice early enough in the morning that we don't get direct sun. I'm still waiting for my hair to turn green.

I'll never fail to wonder why in the world running is going to do more harm than getting your feet burnt because of the extremely hot concrete. :P

Jeff said...

Wow, what a grueling schedule!

No wonder you're sore!

Swimming is an excellent exercise, and I respect anyone who can swim really fast.

In Elementary School, I took swimming lessons, and we had to take a test in 20 feet of water. I was so terrified of that deep water that I didn't want to take the test. My mom tried to use the promise of buying me more comic books (which I absolutely loved at that time) to try to persuade me to take the test. Even that didn't help. In fact, I remember seeing a "Richie Rich" comic book during that time, where he was diving into a giant glass fish bowl, and even seeing that picture gave me the chills. Nevertheless, I took the test, but I didn't do something long enough, so I didn't pass. I had to take it again, about 2 or 3 more times. The instructor got so frustrated with me, that she quit her job. And I never passed the test.

Years later, however, I would do snorkeling in the Florida Keys and in Miami for years, so I did get over my fear of deep water.

In High School, I was on the wrestling team, and that was the hardest physical torment I've ever gone through. Even harder than full-contact kickboxing classes in a ring or working at UPS.

But back then, I used to also spend a couple hours a day in weighttraining, plus an hour or more a day in martial arts practice. In addition, I used to run everywhere I went to (the store, coming back from church, etc.) instead of driving.

Jeff said...

AAAAAaaaaahhhh!!!!

I've been typing so much today that my mouse overheated!
Check it out for yourself---This is what happens when you overuse your mouse!:
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