What a high! Last night's swim session with my triathlon club resulted in some serious progress, which was (and still is) incredibly exhilarating! The simple instruction from one of the coaches to alter my arm position for greater reach and paddle-like movement has revolutionised my technique. I was reaching speeds I never thought possible, snapping on the toes of lane members as I caught them up - I even lapped someone! I can now imagine what it must be like to be a dolphin, gliding through the water, sleekly, elegantly... in my case my husband has decided I'm more of an otter. This morning I had to Google an otter to recall its features - brown, whiskery, with short furry limbs. Hmm.
I have not, however, let such unsatisfactory mammal comparisons dampen my day-dreams of being spotted by talent coaches, to be drafted in as a late entry for the 2012 Olympic swim team. This is but a matter of time. But until then, I cannot wait to get back in the pool and try out my new found skills again, to make sure it wasn't just a bit of luck. Little moments like this are part of the reason that sport is so addictive and triathlon so satisfying - you have three disciplines to improve in, giving you much better odds. Now I just need to make a similar breakthrough in my cycling, if only to stop being lapped by smug men on mountain bikes.
(And sorry about the title pun - I'm still chuckling to myself about it.)
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