So, as part of phase two of my plan to trim down a bit, I've started swimming laps again in the morning. For those of you who don't remember, I tried this before about 10 months ago and ended up giving up because it kept kicking my ass.
I'm not exactly the world's greatest swimmer. Part of this whole experiment is my stubborn side declaring that I can do anything I put my mind to, and it's just a matter of keeping on it until it gets easier. It's the exact same side of me that declared that I was going to become a runner no matter what, and you know what? It worked out. I can run three miles now, even on a bad day, and I'm working on improving my speed.
My biggest problems kind of compound each other. First of all, I never really learned proper technique. As I was growing up, my parents sent me to swim lessons, but I never really had any decent teachers. Secondly, I have an innate fear of suffocation. The fact that I can't breathe freely FREAKS ME OUT. It used to be that I couldn't swim with my head below the surface of the water because I'd start panicking. Now I've gotten over it, but my technique really sucks still. I can't seem to get to the point where I'm taking oxygen in at the same rate as I'm consuming it, so I end up gasping for air at the end of every trip across the pool.
Also, swimming is EXHAUSTING. It sort of leaves me tired the entire rest of the day, which is a problem because the only time that I can fit swimming in is in the morning.
On the upside, I got on the scale today and I was under 170 lbs, for the first time since I quit swimming the last time.
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