The problem with trying to stay in shape by going to the pool is that I usually end up just sitting in the hot-tub for an hour. Which, not surprisingly, doesn't really seem to be doing much for me as far as muscle-tone is concerned.
I do try swimming 5 million lengths, but the truth is I'm only any good at doggy-paddle. While everyone else effortlessly glides through the water, my arms and legs thrash about wildly as I try to get from one side to the other in under 20 minutes.
A good trick to speed myself up is to play that classic head-game, Arrfgh! There's a shark after me! It's very encouraging — if a little emotionally exhausting.
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Is also encouraging, if a little emotionally exhausting, to pretend you are chasing a boy up and down the pool.
ReplyDeleteI have actually done that but he got away.
ReplyDeleteYes,
ReplyDeleteIt can be a little disappointing at the end of the swim when you've nothing to show for it, except for some tubby frightened 8-year old.
Eavan, you need to get a blog.
ReplyDeleteYes I do, but then everyone would know all about me, and people might read it and stuff.
ReplyDelete(oh my God! Don't give my real name! You know I have internet paranoia!)
Sorry. It's good thing I never posted that anecdote about you getting off with the DJ on Saturday night. That had your name all over it.
ReplyDeleteOh go on, post it then.
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