Today I had a swimming lesson. I started these in January, indeed they formed part of my Janathon effort. The purpose, for I have swum quite well all my life, a sedate breast-stroke that has seen me through a swimming marathon, is to learn front-crawl. My father swam a fine crawl, indeed after retiring from work as a general practitioner became a swimming teacher. An analyst of the Freudian school might have some disturbing insights into my desire, at an advanced age, to start to learn the stroke at which he excelled.
The lessons have diversified, to take in elements of butterfly and all manner of other things. My front crawl remains problematic, though there are times when I think I've got it.
Today's session consisted of the following:
2 x 50m front crawl
4 x 50 m legs only
3 X 100 m front crawl with flippers and paddles
25m back stroke
25m scull
At the end of this modest session, I felt more exhausted than I have at the end of a marathon.
