Everyone Back In The Pool

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I went back to the pool again late Saturday afternoon. It was wonderful!

Well, almost wonderful… I went to swim, and the pool was wonderful. In fact, with the exception of a few little ones and their respective parents, I had an Olympic-size pool just about all to myself.

The part that wasn’t so wonderful was the ‘getting older’ part of working out. It’s that; “Eighteen-Year-Old Brain: Sixty-Three Year-Old Body” stuff again.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I haven’t been to the gym in a while and when I was going I wasn’t swimming.

How long is “a while?” Let’s just leave it at “a while,” and move on. You can fill in the blank if necessary. However long it’s been, it’s been too long and now I’m doing something I’ve never done before and my body is crying, “Foul!” as a result.

So, tomorrow morning I’ll be at the “Y” before it opens to take a class. What kind of a class? A swimming class so I can move from something that must look almost like drowning, to something that looks almost like swimming. I’ve decided I have to become more comfortable in the water… which is hard to do when the water is one of those places you are the most uncomfortable. I’m going because Saturday’s sojourn at the pool was a definite improvement over my previous attempts at drowning. And, it was an improvement because I stopped trying to muscle my way through the swimming and slowed everything down to a “crawl,” if you’ll pardon the pun.

I focused on the obvious skills: floating, breathing, relaxing in a foreign environment and just moving through the water. Instead of trying to cover as much distance as quickly as I could, I keep things under control and focused on ‘smooth’ instead: no thrashing, no splashing, no gasping and no trying to breathe water! And, to tell you the truth, it actually worked… a little. I didn’t run out of air as often. I didn’t get as tired. My heart didn’t try to explode out of my chest, and as a result I felt a hell of a lot better when it was time to get out of the pool.

Why swimming, if it’s so uncomfortable; so unnatural?


Because it is uncomfortable and unnatural; at least it is to me. I’m doing it because I don’t want to do it. And, because I know the results will be more than worth the effort if I prevail. If I can manage to stay with it, my endurance and stamina will increase as well as my overall fitness. I know this to be true because I can see the difference it’s made in my son’s Tri training and the training he is doing for the Iron Man he’s enrolled to participate in.

All I have to do is work my way through the injuries, the pain and the discomfort. That takes a lot of positive self-talk and the encouragement of friends and family: and, a healthy sense of humor. I’m working on the self-talk and my son is both a great example and a wonderful cheerleader. The sense of humor part seems to be taking care of itself and we’ll have to wait and see how or if the rest of the family signs on.

In the meantime, I’ve got to get ready for tomorrow morning and that means a hot shower, ice on my elbow and shoulder, followed by a little Tiger Balm on both.

I’m not exactly sure how the Tiger Balm rub down is going to go, however. It may turn out to be part of the sense of humor and the being able to laugh at yourself you really need to get through something like this, especially after a long absence.

I was applying some Tiger Balm in the locker room after my shower and before I got dressed on Saturday when one of those ‘little ones’ I referred to a minute ago, turned in my direction and said, “Yuch! What is that, and why does it smell so bad? That stuff is really strong! “

I told him it was Tiger Balm… And, that I was using it because I was sore.

Do you know what happened next? He looked at his Dad, and then at me, and said, “Mister, I been to the Zoo and I seen the Tigers… And, know what! None of ’em smelled anything like that!”

I’m going to shut down, take a shower and apply some Tiger Balm to my elbow and shoulder before I go to bed… and, and wait to hear what my wife has to say about the stuff. I’m not sure, but I’ll bet it won’t be as funny!

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I am a fourth generation, forty-sixy year veteran of the automotive aftermarket: an ASE Certified Master Technician, Service Consultant and Approved Automotive Manager. I grew up in this business with a passion for all things mechanical, particularly those things relating to performance. That passion grew to include all aspects of management, leadership and personal development with a special focus on every day shop operations which resulted in an eight-volume series on automotive shop management published by Cengage Learning and Thomson Publishing. I have been a trade journalist writing to the aftermarket for almost thirty years, devoting my professional life to improving both the image and experience of everyone struggling to succeed in the service industry and I've worked diligently to improve communication and increase understanding between all segments of my industry. This site and everything on it is both an extension and a continuation of those efforts

Comments (1)

  • Ironmadman


    That’s hysterical about the Tiger Balm! Interesting about the shoulder and elbow. You may want to consider a massage sooner rather than later, to work out the kinks.


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