Today I had a brilliant idea. I thought, why don't I ask Cammie and Tristin (both are swim instructors and life guards) to come to the pool with me and teach me how to breath with my swim strokes. Those of you who don't know me, would never know that, as a younger person I spent a lot of time in the water. Playing water games and water skiing. But I have never learned how to breath properly while swimming.
I figure if I could finally learn how to breath properly, the six laps I have to swim next Saturday in the triathlon, might not seem so overwhelming. I have never had to swim while being timed!
This afternoon, one of my very first attempts at doing the elementary back stroke resulted in me breathing in half the pool through my nose. After coughing up a lung and waiting for the nausea to pass, Swim Nazi Cammie started cracking the whip again. I'm ashamed to admit that I became an uncooperative student at that point.
I spent the next ten minutes or so, telling Cammie that I needed the nose plugs that were wasting away in my gym bag, in the locker room. She insisted it was a bad habit to form and refused to let me go get them. Finally she gave in and let me go get the nose plugs, OK, I sent one of my minions (Hannah) to go get them.
Happy I had won the argument, and thrilled I didn't have to go get the nose plugs myself, I now had them in my grubby little hands. I proceeded to take another ten minutes trying to figure out how to use them. The darn thing wouldn't stay on my nose!
By this time there was about to be a full fledged mutiny, Cammie was cold and really cranky with me. I decided the best course of action would be to humbly submit to whatever Cammie wanted me to do.
Swim Nazi had me work off "HER" frustration!
Turns out it was good for me, although she wasn't paying attention one time and allowed me to run my head into the pool wall, it still hurts!
What a great daughter I have and a patient son-in-law.
Thanks Tristin and Cammie!
--Grant and Hannah came along as moral support too.
I figure if I could finally learn how to breath properly, the six laps I have to swim next Saturday in the triathlon, might not seem so overwhelming. I have never had to swim while being timed!
This afternoon, one of my very first attempts at doing the elementary back stroke resulted in me breathing in half the pool through my nose. After coughing up a lung and waiting for the nausea to pass, Swim Nazi Cammie started cracking the whip again. I'm ashamed to admit that I became an uncooperative student at that point.
I spent the next ten minutes or so, telling Cammie that I needed the nose plugs that were wasting away in my gym bag, in the locker room. She insisted it was a bad habit to form and refused to let me go get them. Finally she gave in and let me go get the nose plugs, OK, I sent one of my minions (Hannah) to go get them.
Happy I had won the argument, and thrilled I didn't have to go get the nose plugs myself, I now had them in my grubby little hands. I proceeded to take another ten minutes trying to figure out how to use them. The darn thing wouldn't stay on my nose!
By this time there was about to be a full fledged mutiny, Cammie was cold and really cranky with me. I decided the best course of action would be to humbly submit to whatever Cammie wanted me to do.
Swim Nazi had me work off "HER" frustration!
Turns out it was good for me, although she wasn't paying attention one time and allowed me to run my head into the pool wall, it still hurts!
What a great daughter I have and a patient son-in-law.
Thanks Tristin and Cammie!
--Grant and Hannah came along as moral support too.