It’s been almost exactly 24 hours since my flip induced spinning started. I have been thinking: I got dizzy and disoriented when I went surfing in Peru too. I also got dizzy when I tried diving way back when I was a kid. I’m definitely going to try ear plug on my next swim.
I made it to swim class last night. It was the last one. Until March. The director of the swim center is going into the military, and the facility has cancelled all swim related activities until he comes back. Nevermind that the director wasn’t my teacher or anything. It just seems a bit odd to close all lessons until he comes back.
Last night I learned the flip turn. And I learned the definition of hell. At least for me. The turn itself is not that difficult, and I can do it well. The problem is after flipping I am completely disoriented. And nauseous. I only did 3. It was all I could manage, and even with only doing 3, I was at the point where I had to get out of the pool and lie on the benches before even trying to get up, get dressed, leave the pool area. I made it out to my car, and had to lie down again before even trying to drive. I drove 25 mph all the way home and made it up the stairs and crashed into my bed. Even lying in bed the room was still spinning. It took all that I had NOT to vomit. Even this morning I still don’t feel great. I skipped sunrise yoga, and still haven’t managed to leave the house. I did manage soup this morning, but that’s all.
I did some research this morning and apparently this isn’t a completely unheard of phenomenon. Something about the cold water entering the ear canals causing disorientation. It recommended wax ear plugs. I don’t have any, but I’m definitely going to get some before I try the flip turn again. It will be a few day though before I try that again. That disorientation and nauseous feeling is not something I want to experience again, if I can help it.
Tomorrow is Syndi’s birthday party. She’ll be 4 on September 4th. It’s a pirate-themed party. Kid birthday parties are so fancy today. While I don’t remember my 4th birthday, I have seen pictures. My 2 cousins,an aunt and an uncle, my friend across the street, and my parents were there. There was a cake shaped like a tree with fruit on it and Cheetos. That about it. No fancy themed party for me. Not ever. I had a party at McDonald’s once, and a skating ring party once. As a pre-teen/teenager, I always had sleep-overs.. I may have mentioned this before, but my best birthday was the year I turned 5 and 1/2.
I have been swimming a fair amount lately. I have class 2 days a week, and I try to get at least another 2 days in with me practicing on my own, and yesterday it clicked. I swam. Properly. Doing bi-lateral breathing correctly. Concentrating on streamlining. It was a thing of beauty. While I won’t say that I am an expert by any means, I can now do 3 of the 4 strokes properly. I am relaxed. It is not effortless, but I am making tremendous progress. I am so proud of my self.
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I’ve been working on my swimming efficiency lately. I am one of those who doesn’t remember learning how to swim. I’ve just always “known” how to swim. I am not afraid of the water [I know it can kill me; I respect that], but as I have been training for my triathlon, I realized that I don’t really know how to swim properly. Upon further reflection, I realize it has been years YEARS! since I have even tried to swim [actual strokes]. I play in the ocean at the beach. I jump in a lake on a dare. I tried to learn to surf. I kayak. I’ve been white water rafting. All of those things are called water sports, yet actual swimming is not required in any of them. [OK, paddling is required in surfing, but there is a giant floating device under your body helping you out]. So imagine my surprise when I hop into the pool, begin swimming, and discover that I don’t actually know how to swim or breathe well enough to swim more than one lap at a time [I usually swim the entire length of the pool holding my breath].
So to combat my ineptitude, I have signed up for Adult Swim Class. I am the youngest and the most advanced in my class. I had my first lesson last night and was pleasantly surprised that I actually learned something. Heather, the swim instructor, is quite good. I’d say there are 3 levels in the class of 8. True beginners [those truly afraid of the water], beginners [people not afraid of the water, but unable to swim], and me [one who knows the strokes, but not how to breathe.] So I got my first lesson on breathing yesterday, and practiced more today. I am getting better, but I still can’t do it properly. It the head turning thing that gets me. I keep wanting to lift my head out of the water when taking breaths. I know this is improper technique, but I keep doing it. Hopefully, I will improve as today, really, was only my first day practicing.
I also rode 15 km today. I am finally getting the hang of riding a bike. True story: I got my first bike when I went off to college. I had a lot of wrecks. It kinda made me not want to ride so much, but here I am, riding again. I do OK as long as the terrain is not crazy. 6 weeks to go…
I’m so awesome, I am scary….