By: Blonde Two
Here’s an interesting thing: It takes me (and most people) fifteen minutes to walk a kilometre, but it takes me thirty minutes to swim one (not in the pool above). I know that the walk takes this long because Mr Naismith (look up his rule) told me that it does. I know that the swim takes this long because I have been timing myself. All of these rules and timings mean that I walk twice as fast as I swim.
I wish it was the other way round. As a girl I wasn’t sporty, the only sport I ever imagined I might be good at was synchronised swimming. Watching the Russians in Rio this year, has helped me to finally put that one to bed! It took me a long time to learn to swim a width, but once I had, I was hooked and swam four lengths the same day.
I have discovered that swimming is something of a miracle cure. I have arthritis in my knees. Arthritis and hill-walking are not comfortable bed-fellows. I sometimes get home after a day in the hills, and have to crawl up the stairs. However, if I swim forty lengths several times a week, my knees behave better; I can run up stairs, rise from a crouch and ignore my walking poles. Not only that, I think I have firmer buttocks!
…love wild swimming!.. plan to cycle up to Red Lake with my mate and go for a snorkel in the pond. Look for old industrial wreckage…actually given our fitness.. well probably be adding to it. !
Have never swum at Red Lake, but we Blondes have done Crazy Well Pool!
I’ve just added “buttocks” to my list of favourite words.
Surely it was already on the list – definitely one of mine. Late 13th Century you know!
In American, pronounced butt tocks (like a clock tocks.)