I haven’t done much exercise since I left for Europe on the first of July last year. The reason for that is because when traveling I decided to deal with fitness when I got home in January. And as I have kept putting off buying that home gym I continuously think I am going to purchase, I came up with a concept. Those who swim are in the most fit and healthy. Therefore if I swim, it won’t be as taxing on my body and I will become more fit and healthy (of course keeping my steady diet). After many weeks of searching for a morning adults squads group, I found one at the Warringah Aquatic Centre.

Turn up to the Warringah Aquatic Centre prematurely to 7am in my school speedos, scratched blue goggles and my school swimming cap, under the impression we needed to swim with a cap. I sat by the pool waiting for the little hand to hit the seven so I could start my ‘first lesson free’ training session. As I pulled my cap over my longer than usual hair, it was fair to say I definitely would have looked like a dyslexic trying to spell their name. Almost having the old school cap over my melon, the thing split at the back. It had perished from all those years of getting a runners up ribbon in the school swimming carnivals. Ended up buying a brand newy up at reception for eight bucks.

Dived into the pool and just started swimming. Hadn’t done any swimming training since I was about 14 or 15 and to be quite frank I thought I was a gun. That was until the fifteen minute mark approached. I climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge. Never have I felt so crook and unfit in my life. The squads instructor asked me what the matter was and I responded that I just hadn’t done much training for a while and am just working off some of the beer. But actually I felt as though a fan was mixing litres phlegm around in my stomach so I got up and went to the bathroom.

After sitting next to the toilet in a cubicle for about five minutes trying to chunder with my cap hanging half off my mixture of wet and dry hair, I went back out to where all my stuff was and sat down. Had a brief chat to the instructor who told me I was at the Wednesday morning sprint class and that perhaps I would be better off coming in Monday morning or Friday morning when it’s a little bit more chilled. She continued to tell me that if I felt well enough to jump back in the pool, I should and to just go at my own pace. Still feeling like death, I opted to go home. With fifteen minutes to go of the class, I was in the car with the heater on driving home.

Unsuccessful to say the least but I’m keen for Monday to give it another bloody go.