Unfit Diaries - 6

So my weapon of mass hirsuteness took a bit of a detour.

As it turns out one of the girls I do tai-chi with is an open water swimmer and she kindly offered to help me. When she said, 'be in the pool by 6am tomorrow', I should have taken it as a sign. Bravely I did as I was bid and arrived there dressed, hairy and ready to go. 

She was already in the pool doing warm up synchronised swimming techniques.  After sneering at my ear plus (I had Swim Seal inserted into my ears), making rude comments about my goggles ('not very good quality'), things took a turn for the worse when she said, 'Righty ho, let's do 20 laps to warm up'.

She, lets call her Adolf, then proceeded to tie my legs up at the ankle with a giant rubber band, jam a floaty thing between my legs, strap my hands into paddle things and say, 'Lets work on your stroke'. It was on the tip of my tongue to say I thought I'd had one on lap 15 but decided it may sound like I was being ungrateful. Obediently I tried to rotate my shoulder, spear my arm into the pool, pull with my fore-arms, clench my bum but loosen my ankles. 

It quickly became apparent that I have no hamstrings and will have to work on it. It is also apparent that swimming is more than a costume and a cap. There's stuff to put in your ears before, afterwards and a good supply of earbuds. Straps, paddles, goggles, wet bags, snorkels that fit on the front of your face and nose clips (very sore and which way do they go one anyway?). Oh, and most important, L-glutamine - a vital supplement that helps your fat recover after a hard workout.

Armed with new knowledge and some fear, I arrived at the second session to be told that Adolph had prepared a 'fun' endurance session for me. It was then that I was introduced to kicking, stroking, gripping, grabbing, sprints and a whole set of muscles I never knew existed. But I did end up doing 2km.

It's actually been better training with someone as I have learned to mix things up a little when I swim because, lets face it, swimming is pretty dreary without the sound of a whip cracking some where.

But let's get back to the hair. Round about session 4 she said I should try and speed up (seemingly there was very little difference between my warm up speed and my sprint speed), so I shaved GT stripes into my leg and armpit hair. Whatever difference resulted from this cunning new swim aid (patent pending) was negated by the fact that I had to start swimming in shorts after a little girl asked her mum why that lady had a marmoset in her panties.