I shared day one with you all last week, the day I was forced to admit to myself that I’m not a teenager anymore! Well, day two didn’t fare too much better for my physical struggles either. It was a swimming morning. Now if you’ve followed me, you may have read somewhere that I’m a diving instructor (and not a bad one at that) but FML, swimming pools are torture chambers.
Has anyone done the butterfly stroke, the butterfly stroke compatibly??? It sounds an easy stroke with a lovely name,but in all seriousness, it’s possibly the hardest fecking stroke I’ve EVER Done. (And nope, I’ve never done it before either). When the team list and events were listed, no one on team pink wanted to do anything difficult! So I volunteerd for all the hard ones. Fortunately me mate turned up and took a few off me (thank fook)
The limping above is attributed to the next day of athletics (although not a sports injury) anyway, back to the swimming. A ladies one piece and a bathing cap (coupled with a blow up banana and a raging attitude) didn’t make any headway up and down the lanes. At one point I thought I was only going to give vocal support, I didn’t realise I was doing one of the relay lengths!!! (I really must read the instructions)
A few different events for the evening were arranged. I think it was either seated volleyball or a quiz for the Tuesday night! If it was seated volleyball, I have never been so frustrated in my fecking life. You can’t move! You try! But you can’t. Apparently it’s better if you have no legs! Call me a bluff old cove, but I don’t like the idea of cutting some legs off to play a sport better. Oscar Pistorious can keep his prion cell.