Joe hasn’t been training as late due to not being well but now that we have a diagnosis for him and treatment has started things have been looking up for him. So with that in mind I suggested we both go to the tri clubs swimming session last week. To my surprise he agreed so I sorted child care (faithful Nanny to the rescue again) and searched for my swimming costume. I couldn’t find the usual one I wear so had to grab my spare. This would mean that instead of looking like an 8 year old little boy I was going to be paranoid over yet another camel toe situation. The question remains – how can someone as small as myself have an ongoing issue with camel toes?
I don’t actually get a camel toe from said costume. It’s just that, to me, it’s extremely high cut and therefore makes me feel very, very self conscious. I reasoned with myself that once I was in the water it would be fine as no one would be able (or even want to) be looking in that area anyway. I would just be the first in the water and the last out. Job done.
On Wednesday’s the faster group swims first and the slower/not so fast/people like me who clearly have lane issues swim second. So I sat at the side with another from my group – also called Jo but no ‘e’ – watching the first group and their coached session.
They swam a few lengths for warm up then headed down the deep end. This is intriguing I thought as I babbled away to Jo about my stroking of another person on Monday, near death experience from ‘attack of the pug’ and the issues us women have of swimming costumes. We chatted away occasionally glancing up at the deep end (we were monitoring but some of these swimmers are full Ironmen – not your typical parent I see at the pool holding their kids heads under the water to teach them a lesson (true story – you wouldn’t believe what I see at work!).
I’m talking away to Jo and as I look to the deep end to try and figure out what their session is I suddenly see the strangest thing. Did I…..are they….no, I’m not seeing this right….really?
Yup. I am indeed seeing this right. They are practising floating. I teach this to kids? Really? Well, ok, I can see some benefit to ensuring you are comfortable in the water and you get the feeling of being in control etc. I find it quite tranquil actually so I begin to look forward to doing it in my session.
I get changed and jump in when it’s time to switch over and warm up. The plan going well that no one can see my costume. When I’m done I glance at the board. It has been scrubbed and the tranquil session I thought I was about to have has been replaced with arm drills. Hmmf. Still. Could be worse. At least it isn’t leg drills. We set off and complete the drills – hard at first until I get used to the feeling of swimming really slow but concentrating on my arms. Drills done we congregate at the pool end again and the coach explains what we are about to do.
Get in to pairs and split the lane. First person in the pair sprints 50m whilst the other climbs out and planks at the side until they finish. She wants us to work on our core. I hesitate, bearing in mind I’m wearing a costume I’m pretty sure would give a Kardashian a run for their money on inappropriateness. This is uncomfortable. I try not to draw attention to it and decide the best plan of action is to immediately get down in the plank position. This however comes with it’s own set of issues. A swimming costume does not hold ANYTHING in. I try to ‘suck in my stomach’ but gravity clearly has the upper hand and starts messing with my head. So now I am not only trying to prevent any wardrobe mishaps and end up looking like a desert animal who holds probably about the same amount of water as I am at this moment but I’m also trying to prevent my stomach from dangling down in a very slime like action.
How come the other group got FLOATING?!?!? Bloody floating!! Fat floats – I can float!!
Joes at the side in hysterics. This is the last time I try and encourage him to get back in to working out. Stuff it. Let him get fat. Then I won’t look like an oozing puddle of fatness at the side of the pool.
The planks turn in to squats and then press ups. I turn in to a heap on the floor. At one point I pretty much gave up and just had a nap whilst Jo pushed herself through what was now feeling like an impossible 50m sprint swim because all of our arms were dead.
They got floating!!
Session over and I now no longer care about any animal or Kardashian and just feel sorry for myself. I thought my core was not bad but this just proved it’s not good. The following couple of days confirmed this. I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Although weirdly enough just on one side. A colleague offered to even that up for me the next day. I declined and stopped moaning about it so much ha ha.
So there you go. Try and do a good thing by encouraging your partner to get back in the swing of things and you end up getting put through the pain mill.
I will of course be trying that session again. Naturally. I’m not letting basic exercises like that get the better of me. I will however NOT be wearing the spare costume but will instead be covered neck to knee with the strongest spandex swim suit I can find. Trust me, no one needs to see that ha ha.