Despite waking up and feeling like a bus hit me (I’m looking at you last night’s 15k run), I went swimming this morning. It was my fifth time in the pool and a hell of a lot easier than my first.
- Bathing Suit: Okay, okay. I know I am wearing the wrong type of bathing suit to swim laps in (I wear the blue one in this post), but here’s my concern: if I was to go buy one of those Speedo ones, I’m pretty sure my boobs would get zero support. Slash, do my boobs even need support? #thingsIdontknowanythingabout. What do you swim laps in? I understand the Speedo ones would probably be great for smaller chested gals, but me, with big booobs? not so much.
- The Coins: I brought ten coins with me to keep track of my laps. After there-n-back I would move a coin over to a new pile. It helps me keep count. I did a total of ten there-back 50 meter laps (total: 500 meters).
- Pushing Myself: Just like with running, I’m awful-awful-awful at pushing myself. Between each there-n-back lap I would push a coin over, and then wait a few seconds, get my breath back, and then go again. To swim 20 laps continuously? Pretty sure I would die.
- Getting “Swimmer Muscles”: You guys, I’m terrified of this. TERRIFIED. I image myself turning into an upside-pyramid, with massive neck muscles. I know, I know, I’m probably way off with the reality of the situation… or am I?
- Being Self Conscious: I find it scary being over weight in society in black clothes, but then if I minus the clothes, add a bathing suit and a public swimming pool to the mix - I find it terrifying. Especially as I image myself moving up and down the lane in a frantic, cliche, splashy, big-person-type way. This morning there were other people at the pool. I literally had to close my eyes, bite my lip, take off my clothes and slip in the pool while coaching my way through the ordeal - It’s okay Liz, It’s okay Liz, You can do this - all while sucking my gut in. I know I’m supposed to be happy with my body, but I’m not, especially after my recent gain, which has resulted in me becoming (yet again) very self conscious. But still, one thing I’ve learnt is no one is watching me, so despite terror sweeping over my body, I still do it (which is how I first got into running: suck up the fear, and just do it)
- Goggles: So important. About $15. Don’t try swim laps without them (I learned this the hard way)
- The Smell: Chlorine! Oh Lordy Lord it’s strong. Even after a shower I swear I can still smell it on me. Any ideas for this?
- My Hair: I remember swimming in the backyard pool every day during my childhood, and I remember my straw-like hair. I was thinking of investing in a swim cap, or perhaps some special swimmer’s shampoo/conditioner? Because I can already tell how awful and dry and straw-like my hair is…
- A Triathlon: Whoa, wait, what? It’s in the back of my mind, not gonna lie… just gotta first figure out the swimming stuff, and then find myself a bike. Hmmm.