By: Blonde Two
By Blonde Two
I had one very ‘grumpy teacher’ day last week. So grumpy in fact, that I ended the day in a classroom ‘stare-off’. If you have ever taught, you will recognise this; you stare at the kids, disliking them intensely (not individually you understand, but as a mass), and they stare back at you, disliking you even more.
We have made up since; but I knew then that as I was unable to get up to Dartmoor, the only way to get rid of my grump was to swim front crawl until it had gone away.
This I did, but the depth of my bad mood must be measured in sixty lengths of the pool that it took me to do this. I usually swim thirty, so after sixty I was: a) knackered, b) pleased with myself and c) still four lengths short of a mile.
The problem with having swum sixty lengths once, is that I now feel that I have to do it every time I go. There is an issue with this; it is not time, or energy (although I suspect this would eventually run out), it is my bladder. My bladder, it would seem, only has a forty length pool allowance. Any longer than that and I am swimming with crossed legs and wondering if the stories of purple dye are actually true.
That feeling of not going back again to what you did before is familiar. It seems not to come from oneself, but from another bossy person, and if you don’t go along with it the bully makes you feel miserable. Good to hear you are doing the front crawl – it takes a bit of mastering with the breathing, but it is so satisfying. RR may have something to say about this – he only recently gave up swimming long distances and posted about it on occasions. There seems to be no assignation (Blondwise) here, not a problem for me, but others may be guessing.
Well spotted! ‘Going back’ has been an interesting experience all round. A necessary one I think, but maybe not a long-lasting one. I know the job I would like, but I am not sure it exists … yet!
I love front crawl, it took me years to get the breathing and even now I can only do it on one side.