So when it came for me to get into the pool, I was a little knackered already. As I got in, my chest felt like it was full of lead and my lungs were being constricted. A rather worrying sensation. I also very quickly found that one's natural instinct for floating diminishes with neglect and general swimming techniques take even longer to remember. However, I had a pleasant swim in the late afternoon sun and the pool was nice and warm. While I was floating around, I got to thinking about my past history of swimming and decided I had to share some of my funny memories. It's never exactly been a 'sport' for me but I thought it would fit nicely in the 'My Life In Sport' series.
|NO WAY would I ever,|
ever go up one of those...
Anyway that didn't do me much good and when I came to Auckland I didn't really know how to swim at all. So I went to that swimming place in Panmure, the Lagoon one. There they had a great system where you had different levels of competency, and with each one you got a sticker of some marine creature. They were a little silly to start off with, like krill and penguins. I do however still have my certificate! I didn't advance very quickly at the start; however everything changed when our family went on a camping trip up north to Taipa, where we went out with our 'boogie boards' (how pretentious a name is that?!) into the surf every day. When I came back I was amazed to discover floating was now second nature and my swimming was much better. I even got a few more stickers.
|A Fairly Accurate Comparison|
When King's School upgraded their pool complex, my mother who teaches there got me into some swimming courses there. Unfortunately, it was competence based and I was rubbish, so I was quite a lot older than the others! I remember one kid asking me my age and I was rather proud of how much older I was... Anyway, apparently my feet didn't really like kicking all that much and tended to stop after a while, which is sort of an issue with swimming. I got to use these flippers which were pretty cool. Luckily though those lessons didn't last too long; my heart just wasn't in it.
Perhaps my finest moment in the pool came in Year 11 at King's. For P.E. that year we had a special swimming assessment, where each lesson we had an activity we would get marks for. At the end, the class could be ranked to find the best swimmers. Anyway, when I realised you could get 0 points for an activity, I made it a personal challenge to fail every one of them. This was easy for some easy, like swimming a length with a heavy jersey on- I faked being unable to get past halfway so I could get out. Then there was the long distance one, where you got points for finishing by a certain time. I made sure I went slowly enough that not only would I get 0, but I would make everyone wait for me to finish. Well the rest of the class left but at least the teacher had to wait! Unfortunately I was awarded 1 mark, for the life saving course. You were supposed to save someone and would get marks taken off for each part you failed. I made sure I failed more than enough, but the teacher exercised some 'compassion' and gave me a 1. I was gutted.
Go on, have a swim sometime soon! You know you want to!
I mean if I can do it...