Sessions are quite a grounding experience for me now as I find myself at the same level as my two young nieces. They used to come back from their lessons ranting and raving about some mysterious tool called a woggle which I just assumed was children's language. But it turns out they were talking about a foam aid which they used in the pool, so you can imagine how humbling it is for a 31-year-old now using one, at least mine is blue!
Until this week Amy and I have been going swimming with my physiotherapist, Mandy, who puts me through my aqua paces. We don't really do hardcore lessons: we walk up and down the sides of the pool and stretch out or lunge to work the muscles.
Growing up as a midlander in Leicester we tended not to really like water, as we are situated as far away from it as possible in every direction, we thrive at sports on land, like rugby or football, what would you want to go into the water for?! My girlfriend Amy completely disagrees as she grew up near the coast, in Poole, and was a swimmer at her local club so she may as well have gills compared to me.
This week was our first time going swimming without Mandy so myself and Amy were going at it alone for the first time, which had me slightly daunted, to say the least. I felt anxious all week, as I am a bit of a worrier, but also because we did not have someone medically trained there to help us in case anything were to go wrong.
But Amy was amazing, any worries or doubts I had completely evaporated when I saw how adept she was at the session. I am not surprised, as she has been a bystander at all of my previous sessions and had picked up a few things along the way. She almost sounded professional!
We did lots of walking and side stepping up and down the pool using the extremely manly blue woggle. Then we moved onto stretching out of my weaker left arm and leg. We are starting to make a few friends at the pool as we seem to go at a time when ‘the regulars’ tend to go which is really nice.
So amid children refusing to enter the water, mums trying not to get their hair wet and lots of splashing around, we were there walking up and down and no disasters happened! I suppose there is still time to train for Rio... maybe.