Today I chose to be in the water instead of on top of it paddling in a dragon boat. Freyberg Beach was crowded with people enjoying the rare heat not often experienced in Wellington. I have never seen so many actually swimming in the harbour and remaining pink. Not a blue tinged goosebump to be seen.
After some hesitation I bravely left my wet suit on the shore and waded on in.
I am practising swimming and going in a definite direction. I can swim and breathe now but swimming and breathing and watching where I am going is the next step I need to master. As yet it is quite beyond me. I am an unguided missile, albeit a very slow one. With so many bodies in the water it was difficult to go any distance in a straight line but I had fun practising and had a pleasant half hour.
I then retreated to the nearby swimming pool and practised some more. The pool water felt tepid after the sea. I practised looking forward just after finishing a breath and managed to see the end of the pool a couple of times.
Its funny - I have loved the water and swum most of my life but in an uncoordinated, random exhausting sort of way.
I never realised there was such a thing as technique!
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