Monday and Wednesday evening master swim class continue. Jessica has suggested that I swim an extra day each weekend. My one pair of swim trunks are so worn that I had to throw them away. The fabric had worn so much that there were holes starting to reveal pieces and parts of my body that I'd rather keep hidden during swim class.
I dragged myself to Wednesday's class. My water time were spent talking to myself. Instructing my arms to reach out. Ordering my hips to rotate in order for my body to corkscrew through the water. "Armpits," I would send them a mental demand, "point to the floor of the pool. And you, Chin should tuck into Throat." Constantly ordering parts of my body until it's a jumbled mess and I have to take a break to calm down.
On Wednesday, it can get worse because I'm put into the second lane. The first lane is used by other lessons and I'm pushed over to the superior swimmers. More than anything, these are swimmers who simply have more endurance. It's harder for me to take breaks at my leisure.
My distance was keeping up with these other swimmers. I try and use the mantra, "The more you swim, the easier it gets." Not just a repeating phrase, these words were true. I seem to relax after beating myself up with all of Jerry's drills.
Some of his drills, I'm curious what they do. I can fathom (har har) a guess but they're usually not crystal-clear apparent. He had us do a drill "Stretch and Relax". We were told to perform a stretched out, face down float for a moment then relax for a moment. This drill was repeated for 50 meters. Ironically, I would freak out during the "relax" part and reach for air and drop down. I swore a lot and tried not to let others hear me.
I dragged myself to Wednesday's class. My water time were spent talking to myself. Instructing my arms to reach out. Ordering my hips to rotate in order for my body to corkscrew through the water. "Armpits," I would send them a mental demand, "point to the floor of the pool. And you, Chin should tuck into Throat." Constantly ordering parts of my body until it's a jumbled mess and I have to take a break to calm down.
On Wednesday, it can get worse because I'm put into the second lane. The first lane is used by other lessons and I'm pushed over to the superior swimmers. More than anything, these are swimmers who simply have more endurance. It's harder for me to take breaks at my leisure.
My distance was keeping up with these other swimmers. I try and use the mantra, "The more you swim, the easier it gets." Not just a repeating phrase, these words were true. I seem to relax after beating myself up with all of Jerry's drills.
Some of his drills, I'm curious what they do. I can fathom (har har) a guess but they're usually not crystal-clear apparent. He had us do a drill "Stretch and Relax". We were told to perform a stretched out, face down float for a moment then relax for a moment. This drill was repeated for 50 meters. Ironically, I would freak out during the "relax" part and reach for air and drop down. I swore a lot and tried not to let others hear me.
