I woke up late this morning, guilty that I had missed Church service, and Bobo asked how I wanted to spend Sunday.
“Swimming!” I said enthusiastically, remembering that I hadn’t put the goggles and swim cap he bought for me a while back to any use yet. It seemed that the husband was game for a swim too, as he shooed me to get my ‘swim bag’ ready for our first excursion to the pool.
Its been ages since I last took a serious dip in the pool. The last was probably during those swim class days, where we were training so crazily for the bronze, silver and gold certification. Oh goodness. And those were the bad ol days where I struggled even harder just to stay afloat as a result of being overweight at 60kg. Yes, I was a ‘fat-kid’.
45 minutes later and we were on our way to Geylang East Swimming Complex. Bobo decided that we were going to swim in the public pool since they had the proper olympics-sized pools and he had been a patron of that complex (and the quaint Mountbatten one) for the longest time. I hadn’t stepped into a public pool complex in 16 years so the whole system of paying for a token and going through the gates engulfed me. It brought back fond memories (how mummy would always hold a bag of coins to pay tickets for the both of us) and I was pleasantly surprise to see how much improvements the public pools made. There was a nice big playground plonked in the middle of the kiddies pool, as well as some nice shelter and shade between the medium and Olympics-sized pool. It wasn’t at all dodgy as I had imagined, but really nice – especially with good sun and a crowd small enough for us to get some undisturbed swimming done.
I was going to waddle and lazy at a corner of the pool when bobo suddenly asked, “Ain’t you going to do 20 laps like what I’m going to do?” I was dumbfounded. Lap swimming was so not my style and not what I had in mind. At least when it came to swimming leisurely. But seeing how eager the husband looked as he egged me on and came up with his theory of “what’s the point of coming to swim when you’re looking more to soak in the bathtub.” He was right. And I didn’t want to be a wet blanket on our first excursion to the pool. So I told myself I was going to take it nice and slow and do some laps while Bobo did his 20.
Breathe in, kick, scoop, breathe out. I was nearly out of breathe while trying to keep up with Bobo’s speed after 2 laps. “I give up! I can’t take it!” I yelled as he waited for me at the end of the lap before kicking off for his next. “Take it slow, at your own pace sweetie”, he consoled. “Concentrate on endurance first, then speed”, he continued. I knew I had gotten off to an ambitious start and it was now time to be realistic to what my threshold could take. And boy was I glad I heeded his advice.
I amazed myself as I kicked off lap after lap, counting from 4 to 6 to 8 laps at a go. I was on a roll. I don’t remember the last I managed to pull off laps so happily and successfully apart from those horrid swim classes. The low-impact workout felt incredible on the body. Just perfect and what I needed to end the workout week and begin a new one.
Another few laps and I was out. I surrendered to the muscle-pulls I suffered from my first intensive swim and decided to float around and bask in the sun instead. Bobo agreed that we did a good hour’s worth of exercise while I couldn’t wait to get to the eating post-swimming! I was a little apprehensive getting to the showering part, since I was told that there wasn’t hot water available. Plus in the younger days, mum was out in the common area holding on to my things while I just ran in and out to shower. So managing alone this time brought on some pre-frustrations. But alas, I managed to pull through with the lukewarm water splatting from the shower and was rather impressed with the cleanliness and the thoughtful partitions they had built in the shower for our bags / towels /dry clothes. Kudos to public amenities.
A little while later and I was out with water dripping from my hair. I was famished, and so was Bo as we started out our afternoon lazing around the neighbourhood.
I think swimming did us plenty of good. And I’m beginning to love the activity all over again. 🙂